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"She stopped choking when I gave her the tea," Sovann returned, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, don't you have anything better to do than wonder about my romantic prospects?" And of course he was decent! What, had she expected him to be a bad kisser, even without experience to help him? "Maybe she was so startled that I had dared to kiss her that she responded that way. Ever think of that?" Of course not. Why think of the logical, simple answers when there were complex illogical ones? Leaning slightly against the counter, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "What about you? Is there romance in your life Nan?" Maybe if he directed the topic of conversation onto her she'd cease being interested in discussing his (non-existent) love life.

Sovann could've screamed. "... Yes, of course. I'm terribly interested in your love life," he said dryly, flicking a bit of tuber skin off of his tunic. "There is nothing more fascinating or more enthralling, of course." No, really. He was trying to make her forget about him. "I never thought I'd feel flattered to be on the receiving end of so many questions." And he still wasn't feeling flattered. Irritated a little, maybe, but not flattered. "Cute. Is that the best you can come up with, Nan?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. "What sort of interesting would you say I have the potential to be? I should at least know what it involves before you decide to 'cultivate' me. That's what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to find ways to make my love life into something that appeals to you."

"Holder boy..." Sovann said flatly, something flaring in his eyes. "I'm not a Holder boy. Not like Inaari is a Holder girl." The smile thinned out until his lips were pressed tightly together. "But then again, I suppose a Weyrbrat like you wouldn't know the difference, would you Nan?" There was the mischief again. It glimmered in his hazel eyes, bringing out the green in them like a warning signal. "Oh so you're trying to teach me how to be cuter now, hmm? I'm a lost cause, Nandeli. Innocent, like you said, unwise in the ways of flirtation. I don't think I'm going to wise up anytime soon, so why don't you focus on something a little less... hopeless?" He leaned forward, the grin back in full force, and quickly becoming a smirk. It showed off the single dimple to advantage, just like she'd promised. He took a step forward. "It seems to me that you're not interested in me for personal reasons, Nan. Should I be disappointed?" That playful glint was alive and kicking, probably because she reminded him very much of his closest friend.

"Why would I think that? Because you haven't in all of this time given so much as an indication to the contrary." Sovann decided that her touching was permission enough to play along, and he reached out a hand, flicking a thumb over her lower lip. "Oh, I'm innocent enough... and I'm sure that you'd just love to watch all of that debauchery getting to me... those men of sexual prowess having their way with me. But, you know what?" He leaned forward, tilting her chin up slightly, and resting a hand at the back of her neck. "You won't get the chance." He kissed her, really kissed her, just to see how she would react. He'd never kissed anyone like that before, but it didn't matter. He wasn't in this to impress her. He was in it to play her game. If he could beat her at her own game, well... that'd be something. Unfortunately, Nandeli was an excellent player, and he wasn't sure he had all of the right skills for this game. When he was quite certain that he had proven how very manly he truly was, he stepped back, and grinned slightly. "I guess you're right though... I'm not completely hopeless."

"Better to kiss like a girl than to look like one," Sovann quipped, waggling a finger at Nan. "Are you finished asking about my love life, Nan? Or did you want to explore it in depth?" She really was like a female Okassis, wasn't she? ... That was sort of a disgusting thought. He didn't want to think about the girl he had just kissed that way. Ah well. Maybe he could manage to actually like her rather than loathing her for the wicked tricks that she played. "In the Weyr there's a girl named Nan, who tells all the lies that she can. If you've got some business, she'll be a witness. Your 'mates will know all that you plan." He'd come up with the little poem after he'd been particular irritated with her, but now seemed as good a time as any. "Any more surprises for me today?"

"I'll be sure to send Okassis your regards." Oh by the first Egg, he was saved! Sovann cocked his head to the side, quirking an eyebrow at Nan. "Please, don't linger on my account," he sent after her, somewhat relieved that the interview was now over. Exploring with Okassis, huh? Just what exactly was would these explorations involve? He shuddered to think of it. It had been an intriguing conversation to be sure, but he was left wondering about her motives. Was this the sort of game she played on a regular basis? It seemed as though she had singled out lads like him before, and she appeared to be more than a little interested in his inclinations. Were all weyrbrats like her? Did the girls want to see young men like him with other men? He shook his head again and turned back to his kitchen duties.