Unfortunately for him, she's an Orion who grew up around Orions: she's used to men being a lot taller and a lot bigger than Trip, and ones who could control the slave restrain on her neck.

She blinks at him, and then looks faintly, scornfully incredulous.

At the attempt at looming and the words both.

"Yes. By pirates."

The words 'you moron' aren't spoken, but they don't really need to be.

"And, okay, um, mouth-to-mouth contact isn't even close to being the same thing as being affected by pheromones. It's smell, not touch."