“Inhumane?” The Dancer wasn’t a strict vegetarian, but she certainly didn’t like mistreated animals even if someone was going to eat them. “That doesn’t sound good. Did you eat anything good in Hong Kong that didn’t make you mentally upset?” The Fairest was now curious. “I don’t recall eating anything that odd in Japan.” Really, she ate like a bird and stuck mainly to rice or noodles there as it was.
L’aire made a little face as John missed his shot. Partially feeling sorry that he missed it, and then feeling a little accomplished. Still, he gave her the challenge, and the Dancer didn’t want to just seem like she could easily concede when he missed one shot. Moving again to where John was position, she leaned in the same side as before. This time her lips may have grazed his ear. “So will your shirt later tonight...” As delicate fingers softly trickled down his back.
Pretty sure if John did this to me, I’d throw the cue and drag him to the door. Perry would understand… I think.