13: My muse has to live out one fantasy for your muse.
“Uh oh.”
“‘Uh oh’? What’s that supposed to mean, then?”
“Well, don’t you see the slight smirk on my face? I’m not entirely opposed to it, just… a little bit nervous, and I think that’s justified.”
“Just for that I should make you wear a dress,” she threatens. Tapping a finger on her mouth, she asks, “What is it you think I’m going to ask for, you muscle-bound swordslinger?”
