"I want to grow strong enough to marry Daisy. Is that so terrible?" Joji said, righteous to the core.
"If that is what it takes, I would not mind becoming a skeleton, much less a troll."
Fufu was left staring.
"Fufu, do not tease him anymore. Please believe him," Daisy said.
There was pleading in her eyes, yes, but not the pleading of a woman trying to cover for a man she did not trust.
It was the look of someone speaking plain truth.
Fufu saw the confidence in the way she held herself, the subtle ease in her stance, the small details that spoke louder than words ever could.
For all that he was queer, he was not blind. Some things were obvious at a glance.
At last, he waved a hand as if to drive the whole matter off.
"Sheesh. Sheesh. You lot just want to sweet-talk me into a discount. Fine, then. I will cut the price in half."
Then he stepped close to Joji.
He was a few inches shorter, but there was nothing small about him.
