Yes, he wants to enlist her help

"... so," he concluded, "I decided to use the alpha-level bio-DNA and then use the abilities it gave me to wreck the lives of those corporate executives as much as they've wrecked mine."

Kat studied him. It had taken quite a while to go through his story and they were now cruising through McKinney, still a ways from the Oklahoma border. "So that's why you think you can win at poker. You can sense emotions."

"I don't sense emotions, exactly," he said. "I sense blood flows, the electrical impulses flowing through nerves and things like sweat glands opening and closing."

She'd turned Bob Marley down when he'd started his story. Now she reached out and switched him off entirely. "Do you thing this is ethical?"

"What? Security packed up the drug for me. How could I be accused of stealing it?" The argument felt weak, but that was all he had.

"I'm talking about winning at poker with your advantage."

"Everyone who plays poker tries to get into their opponents' heads. They'll be drinking coffee, sneaking computers to help calculate odds, whatever they can get away with. As far as I'm concerned, I'm not breaking any rules." Also as far as he was concerned, he should have picked another woman to go with. He didn't feel comfortable with this whole conversation.

"I want it."

"Huh?"

"I'm in. I'll help with the poker, the corporate revenge thing, all of it. But I want this whatever you call it too. If it can change your body this quickly, think what it could do for me."

Well, that had come out of nowhere. There was only one problem. He didn't have any bio-DNA to share.

"Yeah, I know that," she said. "Part of you getting your revenge is getting some doses out of them."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"Then you've got a partner."