Scheiße again! Kurt was really beginning to think this girl was not from around here, or that she was a serial killer. Either one. "You don't need to damage me," he insisted, and tried not to laugh. This was not funny! No. It most certainly was not. "Allison."
The questions, reminiscent of what he assumed The Spanish Inquisition would be like only with less torture (for now), threw him off a bit. "I really am a performer," he said, sounding confused. "Look, you've obviously got a lot of secrets tucked up in your ballerina tutu and you're entitled to them so why should I spill my guts, hmm?"