"No need to apologize, hot stuff. You're easy on the eyes so the explaining is all pleasure."

Antiquated as she was, it worked for her. She beamed back to Ilya and blew a kiss as he called her terrible. "I'm bad in all the right ways, and you are just the bee's knees Ilya."

If Tim wanted stories to back up that bizarre physiology of her's she could tell them well enough. The whole not breathing, no heart thing tended to make some people squeamish.