Clearing his throat, he began, “Food is not the only pleasure we lose interest in over time. Sex too, becomes … er … boring?”

“Boring?” Her eyebrows rose at this news. “You’re kidding, right? I mean Stephanie mentioned something about life mates making sex mind-blowing, but—”

“Even sex grows boring after several centuries,” he assured her solemnly.

“No way! Sex is awesome,” Sherry said with a laugh, and then added, “You must have been doing it wrong.”

Basil stiffened slightly at the diagnosis, but then noted the twinkle in her eyes and realized she was teasing him again. He was beginning to recognize when she was, he noted, and found that fact reassuring. Even so, he answered her seriously. “Skill has nothing to do with it. All immortals eventually grow tired of it after a time. However, meeting a life mate stimulates a renewed interest in that just as it does food.”

“Wow,” Sherry breathed, and for a moment he thought she was amazed at what he’d just said … and she was, just not in the way he’d thought. He came to that conclusion when she added, “Only a lawyer could make passion sound so mundane. Seriously? A life mate ‘stimulates a renewed interest’?” She tilted her head, and asked, “That translates to my presence should make you horny, right?”

The twinkle in her eye took away any offense from her question, and actually made him laugh. She certainly had a way with words he thought as he nodded.