Swapping Rodriguez and Morgan in chapter 13.

sliz225:

"Morgan turned away from me as I hung up his coat. His shirt showed his pectorals, the long curve of his muscles, all the way down to his waist. It had a fairly tame hemline, and long, tight sleeves. I liked it. A lot."

Roarke:

Morgan turned back to me after hanging up his coat, refusing to give it up at the door like a woman might. His shirt strained against his pectorals, the rigid lines of his muscles, all the way down to his waist. His every movement threatened to rip the seams on his long, tight sleeves. I liked it. A lot.

I looked back up at his face to realize he'd caught me staring. "This had better be good, Dresden," he rumbled. I noticed that his hand was back on the hilt of his sword. "If I don't like what I hear..." he left the thought unfinished.

I gave him a smirk that was two parts smug and one part grim. "Oh, you'll like this, Morgan. I've got a lead on the case." I was proud of myself for working it out. Not just for bringing me one step closer to catching the culprit, but... "I swear, you won't regret coming tonight." I turned my back to him and walked, making him follow me.

For an old guard like Morgan, slow seduction is best. His type takes a while to get going, but once they do they'll tear you apart like the storm of the century. And speaking of... "The thaumaturgic spell to pop out a person's heart takes more power than almost any living wizard can bring to bear." I said almost because I can do it. I'm not sure it'd be warranted otherwise. "But it happens that lately, the city's had an excess of magical power just floating around, free to the public."

I pointed upward. Mother Nature indulged my penchant for the dramatic with a flash of lightning and thunder that I'd almost swear shook the room. I threw a glance over my shoulder just in time to see Morgan work it out in his big, slow head, and then I knew I had him by the nose.

I put on my best somber face before Morgan could refocus and catch me grinning. "There'll be another murder, tonight, Morgan. I can't find out who the killer is, and even if I knew I don't know if I'd be able to... apprehend him in time." Close. I almost tripped and said 'kill' there.

Morgan took a threatening step forward, but there was a sort of confusion in the movement. I confronted him by also stepping forward. "All I can do is prove to you that I'm not the killer... by being with you the whole night while it happens."

I could see the internal strife working its way across Morgan's face, tightening his rugged jaw and narrowing his hard eyes. If I'm telling the truth and I'm not the killer, an innocent will die tonight, probably Linda Randall, but I have no reason to tell him that. But Morgan has to stay. He thinks I'm the killer, so he'll never listen to me. He'll make that mistake, just for stubborn pride if nothing else.

"Dresden... I will give you this one night." He bared an inch of steel, and I suppressed a shiver. "If you are playing me false, I will call a meeting of the Council, and behead you before their eyes."

"And if I'm not?"

"... Then I will accept your aid in finding the true killer."

I tried not to show the triumph on my face. Morgan is still all business right now. I need to respond in kind. He's going to give me one night. That's all I asked for, and that's all I need. If I can't sway Morgan in a night, there's always Bob's potion... but no. That would be like admitting I couldn't get Morgan to like me on my own.

sliz225:

"Morgan wasn't like other men. He didn't feel a need to flaunt his pectorals in a low-cut top or show off his biceps in a undershirt. Yet he seemed oblivious to his own appeal. I liked how unaware Morgan was of the fact that even modestly clothed, he was attractive. He didn't feel a need, like some men, to put on lots of dye in his hair or any other fake, unnatural additives. His cologne was applied tastefully, not obtrusively or tastelessly."