“Let’s start with a straight answer to my earlier question, solely due to what we’re watching and your comment about Hefner parties.”
“I’m gay. That’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
“I try not to make assumptions. I ask, instead. Pity, though. Oh, god, /look/ at him. That is … excuse me. Mmmph.” She clears her throat. “Now, explain your strange answer to my self-deprecation, and then you can have three free answers out of me.”
“Well it’s not an assumption if it’s backed with substantial evidence. My strange answer? I tend to be callous towards how others perceive themselves. If you think you’re unworthy, then that’s your problem. I wouldn’t reserve any preconceptions before knowing you well enough to validate them.”
“I’m impressed; most people aren’t that sensitive.” She sticks her tongue out at him, upsidedown again. “I’ll remember that feminine appearance doesn’t mean anything to you anymore. Your turn. What answers would you like?”
“I’m not most people, if you’re unaware of that. My turn? I’ll pass. I’m no good with these things being forced, so it’s best that I don’t impose myself with the duty of picking answers from you.”
“Not even a little curious? You continue to surprise me.” Distracted again. “It is wholly unfair for a man to look like that. The things I would do with him … “