Insurance

Babara never broke eye contact with Xzavier. She kept her eyes fixed on him with the disturbing focus of a serpent cornering its prey. But that wasn't the only thing that was serpentine about her in that moment. As she spoke, she ran her hands across her shoulders, gently edging herself out of her incredibly short dress.

"I need more than you word Xzavier…"

Xzavier was no dummy. He already knew where this was headed. He knew this type of women. If he were to out rightly decline her incredibly tempting offer, there was no telling what she might do. She didn't look like she would handle rejection well. She might end up taking it as a slight and burn him along with Quaid. He had to be careful. Thinking she might shy away from a direct confrontation, Xzavier stepped forward intimidatingly and asked her directly.

"What are you asking exactly Babara?" he growled, "What do you wa--"