The dark fae looked up from her fruit with a truly dishevelled appearance, seemingly confused at my question.
[What about her?] she tilted her head in confusion.
[You said she likes me.] I reminded her.
The dark fae looked thoughtful before smiling cheerfully. [Yes! She does! She likes that you're shiny. And bright!]
[Shiny? Bright?] I was confused.
That sounded very much like a description of something she wanted to eat.
[Yes! You feel very smooth. She said she would like to stroke you all day.]
Hold on…
Did she mean she liked my scales? As in she wanted to keep them.
Oh hell.
But wait…I already knew that. I just hoped she would say something different.
However, when I thought more about it, this was also something I could work with. And I wasn't giving up hope!
Surely that couldn't be all?
[What else did she say?] I urgently asked.