❝ humor you? mm, i don’t know… ❞ she taps a finger against her chin, her brows furrowing as she contemplates the idea. she stays in that position for a good minute, silence filling the room before she finally nods her head, letting out a soft hum in response to the male. in all reality, she had two ideas in her head when thinking about the idea of humoring a person, but she realized that the male more than likely did not want her to “humor” him. however, that wasn’t going to stop her from asking. ❝ okay.. okay, i’ll humor you for a moment. just for a moment, so start counting to 60— i’m kidding. i’m totally kidding. but go ahead! just to be sure… are you asking me to just go with whatever you’re about to say or do you want me to actually humor you? because i don’t have good jokes. ❞