She slipped under his arm again. “I love you, Z.” She paused before tilting her head. “Babe? Sweetheart? Honey?”
She started laughing. “Darling? Honey cakes? Baby boy?” Her laughter deepened. “Some of the nymphs in Anthyria called men on the street ‘daddy’. How’s that sound?”
Soft peaks of laughter shook her shoulders and she took his hand, kissing his knuckles gently. “Why not that one? Just because we both have dead dads doesn’t mean you can’t be ‘daddy’.”
He looked like he couldn't tell whether to laugh or be mortified. "That's an inappropriate term. It's not a casual thing."
She tilted her head curiously, her face soft and innocent. “Inappropriate how? In what circumstances is it used?”
She blinked in confusion, tilting her head slightly. “Yes. What is it? They were yelling it in the street, so it can’t be that bad...” She paused before leaning up and kissing his cheek, a little playful. “Daddy.”
He squinted, leaning his head slightly. "Okay. Girls generally use it when they want their partner to dominate them. Y'know, sexually."
Her eyes widened a little and she yanked away from him suddenly, covering her face with her hands. “EW! Ew, ewewewewew! Ew! EW!”
She sounded like she was about to cry, looking up at him. “Ewww...” she moaned, her ears drooping. She was a little pale. Evidently, this took a lot out of her. “Ew, Z... that’s so awful...”
She sniffled, looking genuinely upset. “Yes,” she said with a nod. “That’s so awful. They hurt them?”
“You said dominate,” she said, looking like she was about to start crying. “Do they hurt...” She paused before shaking her head, folding her arms. “Nevermind. I don’t wanna know.”
"No," he said easily. "Stuff like that is done between people who are close. They wouldn't hurt the other person."
