“Six years ago I'd have said no,” Piers told her honestly. “Haven't been bitten. So, it's like... I don't mind walking around outside, but I'd rather not tempt fate. Not so much a matter of lazy as a matter of enjoying not being zombie chow.” A lot of people didn't know that he hadn't been bitten yet, mostly because he didn't advertise it, or make a big deal out of it. If he was going to be bitten, it would suck, but it happened to a lot of people. “It's your choice, obviously. But I just think it'd be an interesting idea. Good for Team Science, I bet.”
Chuckling and shrugging, Piers looked at the girl. “Well, in that case, it'd be her loss, wouldn't it?” he asked. He wasn't the type to make a big deal out of it when someone wasn't interested. He was fully aware that he wasn't everyone's cup of tea and that was their choice. “What good is life without a few mistakes here and there, anyway?” he asked her. “If you don't fuck up, you're doing it wrong.”
“Oh, if it was her signature move, I'd know it.” He'd been with women—and some men, even—who tried that particular move before. “No, she's actually that clueless. And there wasn't much charming about that particular brand of idiocy, so even if it was her game, she's not all that great at it.” Simply put and not a word of it false.
Shrugging and putting on an innocent look, Piers wet his lips and made himself comfortable again. “Hey, if that's how you want to see it.” Not that she wasn't exactly right, but there was no benefit to admitting that aloud. “We do have more than our fair share of charms.” Stories, strength and life experience being only three of them. He smirked and nodded his head. “Symbolic, even. It was both luck and my training that have kept my alive today or something like that.” Deep. Chicks liked that, too, right?