“Well, this attraction you have for me is clearly beyond your control, so I won’t tell you that I’m flattered. And you seem like a great guy. You’re, um, gainfully employed, and look like you spend lots of time shirtless chopping firewood—” “I don’t.” “No?” “I’m Were. I produce my own warmth.” Makes sense. “What I meant is, you’re clearly a catch. But I know very little about you. I have no clue about your age, your last name, your favorite color…” I study him. “It’s probably black. It’s black, isn’t it?” “I’m actually partial to red.” “Like Human blood?” He does not deny it.
