Daniel tilts his head with an amused smile as she giggles at what he said, and couldn't help but think on how most women took that offensively. He stroked his chin as she told him he was prone to philosophical banter, though he knew it wasn't his own. When he started just repeating the things his father always said, he felt like a voice recorder, and while he believed what he said, he didn't always understand it as well as he'd like. His smirk returned as she finished writing whatever she was writing down, and sat the book in her lap.<br/><br/>He once more listened as she explained how she'd been tied up the first time, and he could almost picture her boobs being pressed against a cord while suspended in mid air. Though as she spoke of her "former fiance", his smirk faded, and he thought on the meaning of the wording.<em>Former fiance? Most chicks say ex, and be done with it. Did he die?</em>He thought to himself, not really sure why he cared, but the thought left his mind as she went on to ask what game he'd been thinking of.<br/><br/>Daniel's smirk returned, and he chuckled before sitting up to look in her eyes again. His eyes had been on her breast, a part his mind still picturing them bound by a cord, with a black turtle neck covering them.<strong>"Truth or dare. We take turns, so it's fair, and the asker get's to chose which one the questioned has to do. Simple, right?"</strong>He says in that same cocky tone, his mind moving onto what he'd like to do to her with that child's game, and not where it should be: what they'd get out of him.