Smith could grok emotional violence and knew that somehow he had offered the wrong reply.  He began to compose his mind for discorporation, savoring and cherishing all that he had been and seen, with especial attention to this woman creature.  Then he became aware that the woman was bending over him and he knew somehow that it was not about to die.  It looked into his face. "Correct me if I am wrong," it said, "but were you asking me to take my clothes off?"