Otter Creek You would have to be half mad to dream me up

Bear spirit help him. He was supposed to avoid these sorts of hard questions by not choosing truth! There was no way Aventus could tell her what was really going through his mind. He would freak her out. They went from being companions to him being a ticking time bomb full of feelings he didn't understand, and how could he even begin to explain that? He was kind of freaking himself out by being so frazzled. He also couldn't bear to make up some lie.

No hesitation, she said. That you smell very nice, he said, fighting to keep a friendly and conversational tone instead of the sappy quavering one that was surely coming out. And that I'm glad you came with me. And worried you might get hurt because of me. All true, but so was his growing desire to nibble on her ear and wrap her in his arms, which he kept to himself.

Truth or dare?