“Say … if we’re going to be talking for a while, would you mind enlarging to my size? It would make conversation easier.”
To be honest with you, after having watched what happened when she shrugged her shoulders, I was interested in seeing her body on a larger scale. If nothing else, it would get rid of the uncomfortable feeling that I was getting physically interested in a talking doll.
“No problem,” she said, and waved her arms.
The air rippled and shimmered, and she was standing in front of me at my size. Well, actually, a little less than a head shorter than me, which placed me in the tantalizing position of looking down at her.
“Say, is this a monastery or something?”
“What? Oh. No, this is the Royal Palace of Possiltum.” I said. “Why? Do I look like a monk?”
That was, of course, supposed to be a trick question. I was really rather proud of my wardrobe these days, and any monk who dressed the way I did was way out of line with his vows of poverty.
“Not really,” she admitted. “But you seem to be showing an awful lot of interest in my cleavage for someone who’s supposed to be as well traveled as the Great Skeeve, Don’t they have women on this dimension?”
I guess I had been staring a bit, but hadn’t expected her to notice … or, if she did, to comment on it. However if there’s one thing my years with Aahz have taught me, it’s how to cover my shortcomings with words.
“Yes, we have women here,” I said with an easy smile. “Frankly, though, I think your cleavage would be stared at no matter what dimension you visited.”