"Dungeons? What are dungeons?" Anna asked with a confused expression, tilting her head.
Timothy's expression shifted, first surprise, then a calm realization.
In his mind, a series of thoughts spiraled rapidly.
I never considered that monsters wouldn't see where they live as a dungeon...
Should I say home instead? But what if they weren't born there?
Seconds passed in silence before Timothy finally spoke again.
"I want you to tell me about your life."
Anna gave a slight, amused twitch.
"You'd have to go through courtship first if you want to know about me slowly," she teased, lightening the atmosphere.
"Huh? No, that's not what I meant." Timothy chuckled and rephrased.
"I meant, tell me about where you spent most of your life."
This time, Anna paused, thoughtful.
"That's a lot of conversation, bad human. I doubt we can finish it all in one night."
Timothy studied her carefully, trying to read between the lines.
