"Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Just deciding what I'm going to do with you first."
"Do with me?" I'm nervous now. I'm not sure I like the sound of that.
He nods, then runs a hand across his jaw, thinking. "Breeding role-play okay?"
"You're cool with video?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about," I say, waving a hand dismissively. "But I'm open to trying whatever your thing is. Unless it's anal. I'm saving anal for marriage."
"Saving anal for marriage," he repeats back to me. "Is that an actual thing?" He's incredulous.
"It's a thing."
"I don't think that's a thing."
"Well, I think it's a thing and it's my ass."
"Fair." He nods. "Just out of curiosity, how do you see that playing out? Wedding night anal? Honeymoon anal? Or are you talking first anniversary anal?"
I twist my lips while I think. "Wedding night anal doesn't seem right, does it?" I scrunch my nose and tap my lip while I give this genuine reflection. "Post-honeymoon, pre-first anniversary seems like the anal sweet spot."
"Good to know. I'll make a note of it."
"You do that."