Not giving a direct answer annoyed Katchoo, but right now the resultant freakout if she was blunt would hurt more.

I'll hate you if you don't, that was what Francine had said last night. And that, Katchoo realized, could probably be credited entirely to the spell, or whatever the hell it had been that had her practically trying to eat Merlin alive the day before.

"Nothing that involved the removal of clothing, Francie." Damn good thing her voice was always this hoarse; who'd notice an extra crack or two? "Your virtue's perfectly safe."