“Really?! Here, try mine instead,” I said, pushing my plate in front of him. “I haven’t touched it. And it’s spiced the way I normally eat.” Dakas slightly recoiled. “Why would it matter if you had touched it?” I shrugged. “Some people are germaphobes and are grossed out at the thought of eating from the same plate someone else did.” He gave me a strange look and chuckled. “Luana, I have absolutely no problem with your germs. After all, I had my tongue in your mouth barely half an hour ago.”
