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Ailbe jumped a little as he stroked her cheek, looking over at him for the first time since their ‘twenty questions’ game had begun, “Th-thank you?” she asked, wondering if that was supposed to be a compliment or not, “Oh,” she said, her cheeks flushing again, “S-so you don’t have a list of th-things you r-really like? Wh-what don’t you like?”
Chase gave the girl a vulpine grin, feeling very much like a predator, he shrugged. "Don't mention it... it's a good thing, for sure." He stretched and took another gulp of now room temperature beer. "Oh, sure, it's just a long one." He thought for a moment, scrunching up his face. "Well, I don't like ugly or fat... and I'm not real big on like... pain. And I kinda really need to be in control, so anything that makes me feel -- what's that word? -- vun... vunerable?" Chase butchered it, but the point got across. "Nah, that's not happening."