Lost Creek Hollow cause everybody plays the beautiful game while out in brazil

What he said forked off in two directions in her mind: first, the more likely taken at face value option, and then there was the also obvious double entendre.  And you know what?  She honestly wasn't sure whether she'd prefer one over the other.  But hey, there was no wink, so that did kind of narrow it down to what was most likely.  Still.  Before doing anything she had to pause, tilt her head the opposite way and give him a look that she totally hadn't missed the possible other meaning, whether he meant it or not.

But Treason didn't give him much time to really think about it.  She accepted with her own bow, and after a couple of flicks of her tail, she lunged forward suddenly at him.  However, she'd be nice: it was a feint to start, just to make sure that if he had just now been enlightened to the other interpretation to what he said that she wouldn't just bowl him over or something while his brain caught up.  That wouldn't be fair.  Treason liked things to be actually challenging, after all.  And if he wasn't off his game, then it'd be a good way to analyze his actions anyway.  Win/win.


And in the back of her mind she thought it wasn't like the options excluded each other in the end...