"Oh, come on, Methos!" Amanda begged once more, a little impatient, dropping onto the couch beside him. She had not expected him to say no.
"Sorry." The look he gave her was too ‘nice grad student’ to be anything but mock regret.
"Wish I could help you." Who did he think he was fooling?
It was just a bit of help she was requesting, not... oh, never mind.
"What do you mean, ‘no’?" She let her fingers walk up his arm.
"The world's oldest man can't give me the teensy-weensiest little shred of advice?
" She leaned close, tilted her head just so, pouted just so — and if that wasn't irresistible enough, she still had some aces up her sleeve. Her hand came to rest inconspicuously on his shoulder.
"Well, I could.
" The nice grad student transformed into what might easily have been the original Sherlock Holmes — actually, his beak fitted that mould closely enough, didn't it?
Not to mention those calculating eyes. Still, she wasn't put off as easily as that. Hey, even Holmes fell in love at some point, didn't he? And surely he couldn't be immune to her charms.
No man was. She just had to up the ante.
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