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to mate with her."
The big cat sniffed the air, looking baffled. "How can you not know if you are attracted to a female? Certainly your pheremones speak of desire."
Did he have any idea how personal he was being? "I do know I'm attracted to her."
"Then you have already learned what you need to know."
"Well . . . It's not so simple, she also has to . . . want to mate with me."
"And this information is available in her dossier?"
"No no no. She's made it clear she's interested in me. I'm looking at her file to get to know her better."
"Would it not be easier to ask questions directly? And if you both desire sex with each other, why have you not already mated?"
Curiosity might not be killing the cat but it was certainly embarrassing the human. I groped for words, then inspiration struck. "Among humans, sexual negotiations are often like a hunt. The goal is hopefully achieved, but the real attraction is the excitement and challenge of the chase. The harder the pursuit, the more satisfying the feast is."
He nodded sagely. "I understand. This is the violent sex you spoke of earlier."
"No!" He was making me look like a schitz. "There is no violence involved."
"How then do you secure sexual relations with a resisting female?"
"She isn't resisting, damnit! She wants to be caught. More than that, she's actively seeking me as well."
"This sounds more like a duel than a hunt."
"Yah, maybe that's a better word." I was relieved that some understanding had been conveyed. Now maybe we could move on to less personal topics.
My relief had come too soon. Hunter had another question. "How do you determine the victor in