[A little from column A, and a little column B--those Samus's personal interest in Prestor wasn't for his body. It was her professional interest that was.]

I have a very damning curiosity.

[And that much was truth too. There was an odd, undeniable allure that Prestor permeated. Samus felt herself drawn to it as much as she felt a distant voice in the back of her mind urge her to remain steadfast and focused on what she wanted. A voice that wanted to challenge him. A voice that wanted her to find a challenge in him. A voice that suggested she was chasing her tail and this was all foolish and a waste of her precious time.]

I think you know the answer. Are you going to take your clothes off for me...

[There's a pause, as she sets her glass down then raises her hands to the top of her jacket, zipping it down the length of her torso. Her form-fitting shirt sports another zipper starting at the collar, which she fingers.]

Or do you need further incentive?

[Look, don't touch seemed to be her intended game. She hoped he would play it with her too, because his stupid robes were only in the way.]