“You puked all over yourself and were rolling around on the floor. I cut it off you so I don’t have to scrub the entire room. Just half of it.” “Oh, is that what happened? I’m disappointed.” “Why?” “I thought maybe I’d ripped it off my own chest in a primal mating frenzy. That seems like it’d win the females over.” I snort with amusement. “Not this one.” “No,” he says thoughtfully. “You’re a different sort entirely, aren’t you, Barlia?” “That’s a terrible name.” “So tell me yours.” “Go back to drinking your water.”
