Darith watched from the corner of the dream, invisible, and said nothing.
“No,” she said. “It’s not.”
“That’s never stopped anyone.”
“Hi,” he said. And then, because his brain blanked entirely: “Is that chair taken?”
It was the most boring pickup line in human history. In any history. Leo felt his face heat—did incubi blush? They did now—and waited for the dream to reject him, to spit him back out into the void between consciousnesses. introducing an apprentice incubus (m)
“Try again,” Darith said. “She’s dreaming about a coffee shop this time. Go order something.”
“Well?” he asked.
She looked up.