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Dune could have sworn he saw her emotions boiling up right to the surface as she stood there, apparently struck mute by his question. Funny, considering he was typically the one accused of being mute. He remained where he was, waiting for her answer with all the patience in the world, when she finally sputtered a few words, the last of which was a question that asked if he was rude. Had he been rude? Dune pondered this for a moment, trying to remember if anybody had ever called him rude. Dumb, mute, and slow (at least mentally) were all accusations he was used to.

"Not rude," he replied, having come to the conclusion that no, he was not always this rude. Quite frankly, Dune did not think he was being rude now, nor had he ever been in the past to his recollection. Question answered, Dune began to make his way around the flustered female, hoping that she would let him go this time.