“Is it possible I’m not as sexy as I think I am?”
“I’m not a Knight. I’m a Bishop. Or at least I am trying to be. And traveling with you is the most slantwise, backward thing I can possibly think of, which in this place probably means it’s the right thing to do.”
“I do not think I’m easy to define. I have a wandering mind. And I’m not anything that you think I am.”
“At once, it’s clear I cannot gush. We try me playing cocky, but I just don’t have the arrogance. Apparently, I’m too “vulnerable” for ferocity. I’m not witty. Funny. Sexy. Or mysterious By the end of the session, I am no one at all.”
“Sexy. As. Hell. Though, now that I think about it. Is hell sexy?”
“If I’m as normal as I think I am, we’re all a bunch of weirdos.”