Whitey's eyes flicked to the man who spoke next, his pupils twinkling with that eternal cheek that he was infamous for. More than once he'd gotten the wrong end - or maybe the right end, depending on one's point of view - of a paddle for making a cheeky remark at something or other, but he wasn't exactly going to stop doing so, not when he loved making jokes, albeit bad ones, and getting punished for it in equal measures. Well, alright, maybe he preferred making jokes, but that was besides the point. He opened his mouth to make some such comment about Jack and how the man should know what he was volunteering others for felt like, when Saku cut him off.<br/><br/>Shutting his mouth with what could be considered an impetuous pout, Whitey eyed the woman, trying to work out what it was she actually wanted from him. Evidently she wasn't really going to make him her slave for a day, it was only a truth question after all - and he knew all about having to make choices for questions like that, from having been the victims of many a Circle of Truth while out with his friends. It didn't mean she was going to act on it. Except... She stepped closer to him, and her lips brushed against his ear, turning his face a light shade of pink. "I, ah.. No, no, not really, I guess." He stammered his answer, off-put slightly by both her action and the question. If she'd give him a second to recover, he would be back to his usual incorrigible self; but somehow he didn't think Saku would let him get his breath back. She really knew how to surprise him.