[And as they both know, "cruel" is Guzma's M.O. Not that it makes this any better, but at least it gives a reason behind his stupidity. Nanu's going to be simmering about it for a while, and Guzma better watch out the next time they meet.]
You aren't. I don't even think he's capable of having a "type". He was trying to get a rise out of you. [...a pause...where he realizes what he just implied...] He just can't stand anyone stronger than him, and you've got that in the bag. I wouldn't waste your pity.
[Almost like he read her mind or something.]
[When she gets to his part of the evening, though, he makes a sort of scoffing noise under his breath.]
You mean besides the punk's harassment? [He shrugs, mouth twisted into a slant.] You know how evenings like these go. One minute you're knocking a guy back for asking about your love life, the next you're being carried off and almost dropped in a decorative fountain.
[He's phrasing them as justified complaints, but there's still a little quirk to his mouth. If anything, maybe this will give Anabel a laugh and make her feel a mite better.]
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You aren't. I don't even think he's capable of having a "type". He was trying to get a rise out of you. [...a pause...where he realizes what he just implied...] He just can't stand anyone stronger than him, and you've got that in the bag. I wouldn't waste your pity.
[Almost like he read her mind or something.]
[When she gets to his part of the evening, though, he makes a sort of scoffing noise under his breath.]
You mean besides the punk's harassment? [He shrugs, mouth twisted into a slant.] You know how evenings like these go. One minute you're knocking a guy back for asking about your love life, the next you're being carried off and almost dropped in a decorative fountain.
[He's phrasing them as justified complaints, but there's still a little quirk to his mouth. If anything, maybe this will give Anabel a laugh and make her feel a mite better.]