Will frowned and took his hand off her leg and didn't respond. He figured that was a 'no'. He shifted gears and drove faster, his hormones were working against him now. Women were so cruel sometimes, making guys feel like they were playing a fucking game of 'green light, red light'. Maybe she did only like women or maybe all the teasing was for Alfons and he was just an bystander caught in the crossfire.<br/><br/>He parked at the theater and got out quickly. This had been a bad idea, the testosterone was making him feel aggressive, never a good thing for a date and worse she seemed to be getting a kick out of it. As they walked up to buy the tickets he asked her what she wanted to see as monotone as he could manage. If she saw he was pissed she would want to know what was up and he didn't feel like lying and he certainly couldn't explain. It was always hard to tell the truth when you felt like people preferred the lie.<br/><br/>At home Alfons was still thinking about the view he had gotten, she must have known. Now he wanted to know if it was a friendly show or if he was going to get to see more. He couldn't exactly ask her out on a date without potentially pissing off Will but he needed to find a way to talk to her alone.