you mean, 'nope'?"
"I mean," I took a long, deliberate sip of my tea, "if you want to know, you'll have to win the bet."
Her mouth dropped open. "You can't be serious."
"Dead serious. When you earn that B and I become your pet for the day, you can make that one of my tasks. Full disclosure, no lies, complete honesty." I smiled. "Until then? My lips are sealed."
"That's..." She searched for words, her face cycling through about fifteen different emotions. "That's blackmail!"
"That's incentive."
"It's manipulation!"
"It's motivation."
"Ugh!" She threw herself back in her chair hard enough that it creaked. "You're so annoying!"
I shrugged, entirely too pleased with myself. The way her ears were red suggested I'd scored a direct hit. Maybe multiple direct hits. Possibly critical damage to her composure stat.
"Ready to go back to the manor for our session?" I asked casually, as if I hadn't just weaponized her curiosity against her.
