"Are you sure you don't want to tell me a story?"
"Yes. Why are you always asking me to tell you a story?"
"It's my hook."
"I could read you a story. Would that work?"
"Sure!"
There is rummaging here, off to the side, and I'm watching the movement and the smoothness of muscle, amused. The story is one of the Brothers Grimm's, about a girl who unmasks a group of robbers who want to cut her into little pieces.
"There. Was that a good story?"
"Honestly? With that voice? You could have been reading the phone book backwards and it would have been a good story."
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