“What about you? Are you ticklish?” Fisher sniffed, his hair tumbling into his eyes. He lowered himself so that his face was only a couple of inches from mine and butted the end of my nose gently with his own. “I’m afraid I’m not going to answer that question.” “Because you can’t lie!” I squealed, laughing, trying to wrestle free from his grip so I could test my theory, but Fisher held on tight. “A warrior never reveals his weaknesses.”
