“I don’t, uh…” He wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, something more like amused and a little awkward. “I mean. That is. Girls…?”
The last time this had come up, he’d gotten punched. Not by the girl; by her brother.
This woman - this girl? This Valkyrie with the horns curling out of her head and eyes like shadows themselves, she just smiled at him. “Conveniently, I don’t do guys.”
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