He looked down at himself and laughed softly. ''My dark side dresses better than I do.'' He stood up and reached for clothes folded neatly on a table to the side as he loosened the tie on his robe. He hesitated, smiled, and raised his eyebrows. ''If you don't mind, Claire . . . ?'' ''Oh. Sorry.'' Claire turned her back. She didn't like turning her back on him, even with the cell door locked. He was better behaved when he knew she was watching. She focused on the faint, distorted image of his reflection on the TV screen as he shed the dressing gown and began to pull on his clothing. She couldn't see much, except that he was very pale all over. Once she was sure his pants were up, she glanced behind her. He had his back to her, and she couldn't help but compare him with the only other man she'd really studied half-naked. Shane was broad, strong, solid. Myrnin looked fragile, but his muscles moved like cables under that pale skin--far stronger than Shane's, she knew. Myrnin turned as he buttoned his shirt. ''It's been a while since a pretty girl looked at me with such interest,'' he said. She looked away, feeling the blush work its heat up through her neck and onto her cheeks. ''It's all right, Claire. I'm not offended.