"Ten minutes," Butch whispered into Marissa's ear. "Can I have ten minutes with you before you go? Please, baby..." V rolled his eyes and was relieved to be annoyed at the lovey-dovey routine. At least all the testosterone in him hadn't dried up. "Baby... please?" V took a pull on his mug. "Marissa, throw the sap bastard a bone, would you? The simpering wears on my nerves." "Well, we can't have that, can we?" Marissa packed up her papers with a laugh and shot Butch a look. "Ten minutes. And you'd better make them count." Butch was up out of that chair like the thing was on fire. "Don't I always?" "Mmm... yes." As the two locked lips, V snorted. "Have fun, kiddies. Somewhere else."