"I'll do it," Zanipolo offered at once. No one was terribly surprised. He was still into sex with mortals and something of a slut as Christian had said. But Marguerite shook her head.
"Thank you, Zanipolo, but I think Santo would be the better choice."
"Me?" Santo asked with shock. "Why me?"
"You have that mysterious silent man thing going for you and all that masculine virility. It will definitely distract any woman."
"I'm virile," Zanipolo protested at once.
"Yes, dear," Marguerite patted him soothingly. "I have another task for you."
"What's that?" he asked suddenly wary.
"You need to find an opportunity to kiss Carolyn."
"What?" Christian squawked.
"Well, it will kill any ridiculous notions she has that just any man can stir the passion in her that you do," she pointed out, moving to pat Christian's arm now.
"What?" Zanipolo cried. "I'm a good kisser."
"I'm sure you are," Marguerite said, turning to pat him again. "But the fact that Carolyn believed you might be the one in the band who was homosexual, suggests you are the one she finds least attractive, so-"
"What?" Zanipolo interrupted mournfully. "But why?
Women like me."
"Yes, dear, of course they do. You're very funny."
"Funny?" Zanipolo asked with horror.
"In a charming way," she assured him quickly.
"Women like amusing men."
"He's not kissing her," Christian said grimly.
"Now, Christian," Marguerite said, turning to pat him again. "Zanipolo-"
"Isn't laying a finger on my woman, let alone his filthy mouth," he snapped.
"Filthy?" Zanipolo turned on him with outrage.
Marguerite began to pat him again. "I'm sure Christian didn't mean-"
"The hell I didn't, his lips have been on more women than have died of cancer in all of history. And not just their damned lips. He's not kissing her."
"Now, Christian," Marguerite started to turn to him again, but Julius stepped forward and caught her arm.
"You're making me dizzy," he muttered, pulling her away. He then scowled at both young men. "Zanipolo, you'll kiss Carolyn. But no tongue, and no passion. And, Christian, you'll let him. Once she sees how lame his kisses are compared to yours, she'll give up this nonsense of taking a lover."
"Lame?" Zanipolo gaped. "I am not a lame kisser."
"Julius just means that the nanos aren't there with shared passion so they will seem lame," Marguerite said quickly.
"He's not going to kiss her," Christian repeated.
"Would you rather she kissed some random mortal?"