The pull of fingernails against his jeans nearly had Zel inhaling his beer through his nose with the sharp hitch in his breath that the action brought on.
A man had his pride, and that was about all the reasoning he had behind his stretching of the truth, but in hindsight, a fractured ego was far more preferable then being on this particular Goddess's shitlist. If he walked out of this with his manhood intact, he swore he'd never lie to the woman again.
"'m sorry, 'Dite. It'll never, ever happen again. Just wasn't thinking straight, I guess, and didn't want to bother you none. Figured it'd all fix itself eventually. Didn't mean to upset you, honest!"