Why do people call you babe? Do they not know you are a man? I know you are a man, Aladdin, and you are a fine young man.
Aladdin’s splutters, previously indignant, stopped completely. Without an outlet for the sudden stress, Aladdin’s body began to sweat. Heavily.
“Uhh,” he said, and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s, ah, an, um, you know, a term of… endearment. Like, uh… like a nickname.”








