<strong>"Well, I..."</strong>The shaman hesitated, blushing and averting her gaze from Lafiel.<strong>"Do you... really like me, Lafiel?"</strong><br/><br/>She looked up, meeting Lafiel's eyes with her own hurt, worried look.<strong>"I- before we left for the play last night, I thought you didn't like having sex with me. And then you teased me, and rode me last night, but... was that just because you had an itch to scratch?"</strong>