"I know what you need," Wu said.
"I already said, I can't get the spa treatment while I'm on duty," Mako said. To his credit, despite his exasperation, his tone had all the emotional character of a block of wood.
Wu only waved his hand. "Forget the spa. You need to loosen up, smile a little. And I know just the thing. Girls! Well, have no fear, with me as your wingman, you'll be neck-deep in pussy by tonight. Girls love princes, and people with princes. Once I tell them you saved my life, you'll be beating them off with a stick."
"Look, can we…not," Mako said.
"What's wrong? Don't you like girls?"
"Not really," Mako said, deadpan.
"Oh," Wu said, then with the slow dawning of revelation, "Ohhhhh. Of course, I should have…does this mean…can it be…that you also…."
"…What?" Mako said, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
"Well, you just said it," Wu said defensively. "You like boys, right?"
"No," Mako said flatly.
"Well, what then?" Wu sputtered. "What do you like, girls or boys? What are you?"
"I don't like anyone," Mako said, stoically gazing into space. "I'm a cop."