Chéri shrugged “I had figured as much.” Chéri didn’t bat an eye when Sonia got rid of her night gown, rather looking around “Do you have some oil suitable for massages?” They asked, stretching their hand while humming a low song. Again, they didn’t ask about the scar, not for now, or they inquired about the tension, that seemed to be somewhat less after the massage.

Chéri puffed, behind her, while looking for said oil, in an alternative form while their waited for her answer and confessed “Oh, I like most places well enough, if they are safe, warm and filled with food. Are you worried I might not?” And they avoided asking the real question: is it important to you that I do?