She laughed lightly. “I guess you make me nervous,” she replied, shaking her head. “I assume that if you don’t act the way I do, then you don’t feel the same way. But... I mean, come on, Z. Lust?”
She looked really embarrassed now, tucking her hair behind her ear. "But... well.. you don't do anything about it."
She looked surprised, her brow furrowing. "Nothing," she said gently, taking his hand. "You're perfect."
"No," he replied, pulling his hand away, "clearly I'm not. We can't even talk out a problem. You keep dismissing me.'
"I can tell your skeptical when I say I feel lust towards you. When I try to continue to tell you, you just tell me we don't have to talk about it." He raised his hands slightly in confusion. "What am I supposed to do when you don't want to talk about it but the problem is still there?"
She faltered a little, clearing her throat uncomfortably as she tucked her hair behind her ear nervously. "Z... I mean... look at you," she said meekly. "I don't want to debate varying levels of attractiveness with the most attractive guy I've ever met, especially if he feels the need to convince me."
"There's nothing you need to do," she replied meekly, folding her hands. "It's my own thing I gotta figure out." She laughed a little, looking away. "Know any concubines I could talk to?"
She flushed, shaking her head. "Shush! No more! It's not like that, I was talking about, like... teaching."
