"I didn't say anything about drool," Ari said, rolling her eyes. She wasn't insulted, though; the somewhat good-natured ribbing was par for the course with the two of them, and if Wil wanted to point out her need for attention, well, she wasn't denying it. Why else would she have gotten into this line of work? Love of music was never enough; one had to strive to be admired in order to stay in the game.
"Your choice, of course, as always. I just thought I'd ask." She remembered too well Wil's lowest point, and although she personally could only see it as further proof that serious relationships were an extraordinary waste of time, she also knew just how badly Wil had suffered. She could not blame him for taking steps to protect himself, even if she did think he might enjoy life somewhat more if he did not spend too much time thinking about these things.
"And what is my 'normal type,' please?" she asked. "And don't say drooling fans, or else why would you be here, on my couch?"