Glaukos' lips curved. “I like women, but it has been many a year since I encountered any.”

“Why?” Had he been in prison? At least he wasn’t covered in homemade tattoos. That wasn’t her thing.

“The only females who take flesh in my world are demons and goddesses.”

“You must have a pretty black and white view of the world,” Holly commented, then turned the key in her ignition.

“Not at all. You, for instance, are clearly flesh and blood, with no taint of immortality on your soul.”

“So I’m a shade of gray.” She was amused by his flowery speech, especially with that accent.

“Someday perhaps, but for now you are a being of light.”

Holly raised her eyebrows. She kind of liked that. “Do you have a place to stay tonight? Where’s your luggage?”

“I expected Cherokee to take care of my needs.”

“If Brandi made dinner at my house, he’s probably planning to spend the night there. You could sleep on our sofa, or if Cherokee gives me the key and the pass codes I could probably run you to his house.”

“Clearly you are not a siren.” His voice deepened, hardening her nipples in response.

“Excuse me?” Holly watched for oncoming traffic then turned on to the street.

“I don’t enter the world often, but I’m used to women being friendly,” he said.

Okay, now he sounded exactly like Cherokee. She narrowed her eyes. “Friendly how?”