"You should consider starting!" Zetta said, grinning lecherously. "I figured after the beach thing, you'd have learned to appreciate the power your body has over me. It isn't the skirt I wanna see so much as the girl wearing it, y'know."

He looked at the one she'd pulled off the rack, the wickedness fading into confusing and disgust. "Who the hell would ever get a skirt like that? I wanna steal it and take it back onto the ship just to see who things wearing it is a freaking good idea."

And if no one claimed it, they would give it to Zedd --

"...That's it, huh? Your tattoo."