Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert! Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. I swear, I'm going to start taking my clothes off! The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. Chicken, she said, and paced the room, back and forth.

The Morganville Vampires Collection (ed. 2013)