[Uncertainty touches the edge of her expression as she meets Cassidy's gaze. They had talked about this... exactly this... but she had always supposed that it would be the other way around and that she'd be the one pimping him out.

Her teeth gently capture her lower lip and worries at the flesh.]

That's what we said. Wasn't it? If we got weird urges. I guess this counts.

[Except that it isn't the pollen that's effecting her.]

Okay. Ask those you know. Maybe... not a mass thing. [Since that could end disastrously.] But if you know a few women who might be interested and... I guess, not too intense? [That seems weird to ask him but Airy trusts him.]

Only if you're okay with it and I still want to talk to you about it afterwards.