“That was… surprising,” Mateas said quietly as he pulled on his shirt.
“Why?” Penelope asked, she was already dressed and working on tying her boots.
“I just… didn’t expect us to do…. that,” he replied.
“Sex, Mateas,” Penelope sighed. “We had sex.”
“Obviously,” Mateas stated.
“Well, since you seemed to have trouble saying the word, I wasn’t sure,” Penelope smiled sarcastically.
Mateas clenched his jaw in frustration.
“I just meant that we are not mates….” he said.
“Yea, well, I don’t put much stock in the whole mate thing,” Penelope sighed. “Ya know, since it drove my brother crazy and all?”
Mateas swallowed and looked away.
“If I ever find my mate, I will reject them, immediately,” she said, pulling the strings of her boots tight.
