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Several of the instant excuses Arquis had to those types of questions sprang to his mind. They flooded out of him before he could think to stop them. It was like watching water burst through the cracks in a dam.
"Ah, I cannot have cream or sugar. I much prefer black coffee, and it does make me quite jittery to have anything sweet this early in the morning, and I… I…" He knit his brow, frowning. "I am doing it again. Lying. It is just so easy, I…"
Elsie had told him to avoid using the word cannot. She'd instructed him to replace it with what he was actually struggling with. He made a mental note to add the cream and sugar thing to his list of self-made rules. Then, after a deep breath, he turned towards his partner.
"I love sweet coffee. I enjoy mochas the most. When I say I cannot have them, or sugar or cream, what I mean is that…" It'd sound pathetic, to say it out loud, but he had to. He bit his lip. "They are terribly unhealthy. I should not have them. They will do awful things to my body.”
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Honey hummed softly. "Those things are accurate. Well, the first two things. You can carry and father a child, handsome. But look, to go back to the other two points, having those features doesn't make you less of a man. Arquis has real dainty hands, and he's still a man. Though I hate him, Myr has long hair, and he's a man. And a bastard. A bastard of a man. Many of the other men I've been with have had characteristics that aren't exactly considered masculine. They were all men. And you are, too."
He paused to clear his throat. Almost embarrassed, he mumbled, "And really I like your hips. They're part of your legs. And hot damn, you've got great legs, you know that? They're nice and strong. Beat me in a race, and I run regularly."