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Also, I’ve been meaning to explain this to you. When I show my teeth, it’s not a display of power or dominance. I’m smiling. It means I’m amused or happy.”
“Truly?” That astonished him. He never would have made that connection on his own. “Would it trouble you not to clarify this to others? It makes you less imposing.”
“Uh, sure. They can keep thinking it’s a scary battle face, I don’t mind.”
“Thank you, Terrible One.”
“What did I say about working on your endearments?” she snapped.
Zylar processed the reaction, but he didn’t understand her outrage. “It is a compliment. You will behold many fearsome competitors in the Choosing, but I do not believe anyone can best you.”
“It’s a cultural thing, I get that. But if you want to put a smile on my face, call me sweetheart or baby or…” She stopped talking, likely reading his horror.
“Why would I comment on the delectable nature of your organs?” Zylar shuddered delicately. “It’s even worse to infantilize you.”
She tilted her head. “Shit, since you put it that way, now I don’t like those options either. Then…just use my name, okay?”
“Yes, Beryl. That I will do gladly.” He set off again, pleased with how readily they’d reached a sensible compromise. “What does your name mean?”
“It’s a mineral found on Earth. A gemstone, to be precise. The best known types are emerald and aquamarine, but I’m honestly glad my mom didn’t get more specific.”
“These gemstones are valuable, yes?”
“Some of them. Why?”
Ignoring the question, Zylar churred in satisfaction. “You are well named, my unexpected treasure.”
“I…thanks.” She ducked her head, and the color of her cheeks shifted, darkening with what looked like it might be an injury.
“Are you well enough to compete?” he asked.
“We’ll find out.
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