Page 154 of Stay Scared

Something in his face changes at that. Not much. Enough.

I push away from the table. “What are you bad at?”

His expression shuts again.

“That question has no relevance.”

“Which is why I like it.”

“I am bad at several things.”

“Name one.”

“I decline.”

I grin. “You answered the aquarium question faster.”

“That was a mistake.”

“Can you cook?”

“I can cook.”

“Dance?”

“Well enough.”

“Draw?”

“You are surrounded by my design sketches.”

“Those are diagrams. Can you draw a horse?”

“I could produce a recognizable horse.”

“That is an extremely suspicious answer.”

Ash folds his arms. I study him.

“Can you whistle?”

His silence changes. I stare.

“Ash.”

“I cannot.”

A laugh bursts out before I can stop it.

His eyes harden. “This conversation is finished.”

“You cannot whistle.”

“I said I cannot.”

“The Voice of Crimson Night can design psychological torture from scratch and cannot whistle.”

“It has never presented an operational problem.”