Michael thought for a moment. "Um, well, I guess if I’d had to run from tabloid snoops, been shot at with trank cartridges, traveled to a half-dozen countries in a week, been kidnapped, nearly blown away with a machine gun, had to rely on a bunch of people I hardly knew, and then ended up learning that some crazy vampire elf mage was about to bring Armageddon down—whichever way that’s going to be and we haven’t figured it out yet—I probably wouldn’t be thinking much about romance, either. I mean, that’s a drekload to worry about." He was silently praying for Serrin and Tom to knock at the door right now.