"W-would you like to talk about it?" Chay stuttered the question to Prince Avner.
"About what?" he hissed while he drank from his glass. The blood in the bag tasted like plastic unlike the fresh blood of Daphne...
"Well, about the girl... Daphne..."
Prince Avner had two options: he could cut the tongue of Chay for being inquisitive or he would entertain the discussion.
He chose the latter.
"What about the girl?" he asked nonchalantly.
"You kissed her."
"Yes."
"Twice."
"No. Only once."
"First, on the neck. Second, on the lips."
"Hey, are you stalking me?" Prince Avner asked guiltily.
"No, of course not. Except..."
"Except what?"
"Except the girl is fighting. You don't kiss an unwilling girl," Chay continued bravely. "Ever."
"I can't help myself!" Prince Avner shook his head
