True to form, her cheeks flushed prettily. She hesitated a moment and then said, You smell pretty good tonight. It's three fast steps to where he's planted himself. I drag the desk behind me as I go. Whip it around like a baseball bat, crashing through a bookshelf and catching him on the side. There's a loud crack as I make contact and he half flies, half slides down the marble floor to the library doors.