"Yes, please," he replied, and waited until both were served to take a sip of tea.
"I'm not sure I'd recognize it if I was, Kristoff. I've been attracted to many women, and I haven't found myself particularly fond of one more than another. Although..." he thought about Candace for a moment, then waved hand dismissively. "No, no, that's absurd." He'd hoped to sound more convincing. "Love is a chemical reaction between two genetically compatible individuals, or the mind finding in another something one's own psyche lacks."