"Wanna find out?"
"..."
"...he he..."
Rae snickered.
Alice stopped moving. Completely.
It was like a switch flipped in her brain and she suddenly achieved higher consciousness—transcended lust, reborn in apathy.
Slowly, she raised her head, turned just enough to look back at him over her shoulder… and stared with a deadpan expression so dry it could sandpaper a brick.
No moaning. No slutty blush. No breathy gasps.
Just:
"No. Nope. I don't wanna find out what that means at all. I'm fine. You want answers? I can give them. Verbally. With words."
"…Oh."
Now Rae was the one stunned into silence. His devilish swagger crumpled like wet tissue.
What the hell just happened? One second she was arching like a mating call, and now she was speaking like a disillusioned librarian.
"Uh… yeah, go on…"
He scratched the back of his head, confused and just a little betrayed.
The entire mood, his glorious power play, the sultry build-up, the 'liege-worthy performance', was gone.
