Myth-ion Improbable by Robert Lynn Asprin

“Yes,” Tanda said, smiling at him with a smile that could melt a belt-buckle right off a guy’s pants. She reached up and touched one of the green scales on his cheek.

“No,” Aahz said, but this time it wasn’t as firm. Not even a Pervect could stand up against Tanda’s charms.

“Yes,” she said, turning the smile up one more notch and stroking Aahz’s green neck just below his ear.

I was glad she wasn’t doing that to me. As it was, just watching I was almost a puddle on the floor. And I didn’t even know what they were arguing about.

Aahz wasn’t faring much better. He shook his head, then said, “It’s a mistake.”

“How else are we going to find what dimension to jump to from Minikin?”

She stroked his cheek and then moved right up against him.

No sentient male being could have withstood that attack. Aahz didn’t.

I was sweating hard just watching. Much more and I would need to change into one of my clean shirts.

“All right,” he said, his voice so soft I could almost not hear it. “But trust me, this is a mistake.”

“Oh, we’re not showing anyone the map,” Tanda said, moving away from Aahz and turning down her convincing body language and smile to a normal level.

Both Aahz and I took a deep breath.

“Then why?” Aahz asked.

“We’re just going to find out what, or where a vortex is,” Tanda said.

I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Would someone please tell me what this is all about?”

“No,” Aahz said.

He picked up the map, then took me by the arm and stepped over beside Tanda. A moment later we were in the Bazaar at Deva.