[Armin gives her a long look, trying to discern her meaning. He doesn't want to misstep and say something totally inappropriate. He pats at the dampness on his shoulders, and says:] I'm good at chess? I could teach you to play, if you don't already know.
Or maybe you like other kinds of games? I usually play with guys, but I've never given a woman a reason to complain.
[There's some voice in the back of Armin's head that tells him not to do this. It's unnecessary. He could pretend he was never that person, and never be that person any more. But on the other hand, since he's crossed that line... what's the use in pretending otherwise?
He can't smile. He's not that charming, and sometimes clients would complain he's a little unsettling. But some people appreciate the directness. He watches for J's reply, eyebrows raised.]
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Or maybe you like other kinds of games? I usually play with guys, but I've never given a woman a reason to complain.
[There's some voice in the back of Armin's head that tells him not to do this. It's unnecessary. He could pretend he was never that person, and never be that person any more. But on the other hand, since he's crossed that line... what's the use in pretending otherwise?
He can't smile. He's not that charming, and sometimes clients would complain he's a little unsettling. But some people appreciate the directness. He watches for J's reply, eyebrows raised.]