"Sound vibrations are not difficult to produce," he smiled. "I can even harmonize with myself," he said in three-part harmony which sounded at once robotic and creepy.
"So, you want to know more about me. What would you like to know?" I asked, hoping his questions would be easy to answer.
"I ask you this, Queen—if you are, indeed Queen. Why are your subjects allowing you to risk your own physical body to take on such a dangerous mission?
"Wouldn't your warriors be out at the battlefront fighting at your behest and on your behalf?"
"Good question!" I snapped my fingers. "I'm impressed. You're not just another pretty boy."
"I am happy that my physical form is appealing to you. I can make myself even more attractive looking if that pleases you."
"No, no." I waved my hand. "Really. There's no need to extend yourself for me."
Ugh. Bad word choice.
