[he chuckles in a rueful way. the invitation makes him wish that he too had a vice to fall back on. he does have his pitfalls and indulgences, of course... but none of them seem particularly suitable for present company. not yet, anyway.
however, it makes him think of something else entirely, which leads him onto another thought. the mental path continues on for a minute or so, until he reaches his next question.
he doesn't ask it as if it's part of the game, however. aside from the sideways glance afterward and the touch of a smirk that goes with it, it could have been an honest question.]
no subject
however, it makes him think of something else entirely, which leads him onto another thought. the mental path continues on for a minute or so, until he reaches his next question.
he doesn't ask it as if it's part of the game, however. aside from the sideways glance afterward and the touch of a smirk that goes with it, it could have been an honest question.]
What do you think of me?