““Do you understand?” “Yes.” Friedrich rubbed his chin and gazed unseeingly at the ground. “Then why do you look as though you are pondering the matters of the universe?” “Because I’m trying to decide if I should fixate on irritation at the thought of you kissing another man, or overwhelming joy that you were thinking of our future exchange of affection as kissing a great deal.” Cinderella rolled her eyes. “You are incurably flirtatious.””
