Demelza laughed. "You like strippers? How many times have you personally know a stripper? Present company excluded, of course," she said with a playful smile. "What kind of unrealistic standards? Does he expect you to be the next Minister of Magic or something?"
Her smile dropped from her face when he asked her the question on Annie. She wasn't ashamed of Annie, that was for sure, but it was still a bit awkward somethings to explain who Annie was. Annie wasn't just a foster mother. Annie was her mother by all rights, having raised her since she was 12 and even had a hand in her upbringing before then. She knew her mother had loved her, had tried her best, and that her father had died on purpose just to spite his newborn daughter. But it was still hard to explain sometimes. "Annie's my... for lack of a better term, foster mother. When my mother died, Annie took me in."
She shook her head, a smirk on her lips. "I didn't say you were. And you totally missed my point, Pussyboy. The fact you speak so highly and so much of this Mandy, you should find out if she cries after sex. Make it work all the time you think of her. You already said she was cute, so where's the harm? Friends can fuck and still be friends. Don't stop talking to her on my account. I find this intriguing and interesting."
She made a face. "Then why do so many people claim other people - normally just certain people to them - look pretty when they cry? It's a damned sign of vulnerability not something sexy or pretty."