Sonia narrows her eyes at him, and then her look goes slightly flat, still pouting, her eyes rolling. Sorry, Byerly, she's just a little too Betan.
"Byerly, please," she says, somehow managing to sound both haughty and exasperated in one breath, "you don't really expect me to believe you're monosexual, do you?"
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"Byerly, please," she says, somehow managing to sound both haughty and exasperated in one breath, "you don't really expect me to believe you're monosexual, do you?"