"I don't want to," I said, looking away, embarrassed just to think of it.
"Is it embarrassing?" He asked, leaning to look at me, "Like dancing in front of everyone?"
"I can deal with that. So no, it's not that."
"Then… it's definitely something you suck at."
"Yeah?" Starting to get tired, I breathed deeply to control it. "Like what?"
"Being funny?"
"... You are saying that, Sir? Really?"
Anyone can say whatever they want about me, but denying that I'm funny? This fucker! He was basically insulting me now.
"Why? It's true. You're not funny lately." He insisted with the teasing, irritating me more. "But what can you do? I guess I'll really just have to deal with the thorn after all. It must be ve~ry difficult a dare for little you."
"No, it's not. And I'm not little."
"It has to be since you won't even say what it is. And yes, you're little to me."
