"Rumors say you have imagined me dancing on the Honey Bee Inn's stage, though in what outfit is left for you alone to confirm." Was there a trace of amusement in the Turk's eyes, or merely a teasing trick of the lights? His eyes left the man, lingering only in passing as the Turk made his way through, other matters still calling his attention elsewhere. "Then again," Tseng continued as he walked away, "they *are* just rumors."
There was a stunned silence as Tseng offered up his rumours to the Director, his mouth working soundlessly until the Turk had come and gone. Entirely unfair, calling him out like that without notice. Bastard.
As the poised figure made his way down the corridor, Reeve turns to call out after him, “If someone tells you not to imagine a pink shoopuff, what do you think of?...
At least you’re wearing something!”