"Come," said the voice, trying, and failing, to sound alluring. The echo from tile and metal did not help.
Or perhaps he knew too much to let it pass without question.
"Come?" said Cal. "Like a lamb to the slaughter?"
"We don't want a slave," said the voice. "You must be thirsty. I'll even drink from the cup first."
"Did the old woman have recipes to keep supers stupefied? O, I forgot, you do not have her book yet. Or the herbs and flowers you need to brew it. You just have to be content with reasoning with your victim."