“Ok,..” Chel nodded in agreement. “Why haven’t you forced me to go home?” She glanced around the living area. She’d never really been good at games like this. Thinking up dares. Instead, she went for something simple, picking up the empty cub she’d placed on the coffee table. “Uhm,… can I have another glass of this? It’s really good.”
“Not quite a real duel there.” Lexx chuckled, realizing that he should have given her an example. He reached for the pitcher to pour her another glass, taking the opportunity to avoid that particular question. “Why aren’t you demanding to go home?” nstead, he turned it around. “Alt,.. give Zeta a bath. It’ll be fun. I promise.” He grinned at Chel.
“I want to see you win. It’s as simple as that, Lexx.” Chel smiled back.
