But his father did not ask him any questions, there was rather this resigned helplessness on his face as he ruffled his styled hair.
"I understand. Thank you."
Zane smiled, his face like the sweetest summer breeze as he stepped back, "Father, do you want to know the answer to the riddle? Ask me, and I will tell you."
Andre smiled, "Okay. If there is no doubt, what is the answer?"
Zane's face did not change as he tried to stop himself from answering, the sharp pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
Zane was not a masochist but what could he do? Five, seven, eleven seconds. His hands were clenched incredibly tight and he felt the pain of his fingernails digging deep into his flesh.
Looking at his father, he smiled, "Folly."
Andre rubbed his jaw as he thought about it, "That does mean make a lot of sense. Zane, you are sure you are right. You look pale." Andre watched his son carefully.
