Anye's brow wrinkled slightly at the idea of fanboys. She was not about to admit to having fanboys, though she did at least acknowledge there were... interested parties. She didn't think much of any of it. She'd eventually come to realize that she was the ugly duckling no longer, and around that time she had come to understand that a lot of men would hit on anything mildly attractive. When she realized she had caught a man's interest (admittedly, this was usually long after someone like Killian picked up on it), she usually wrote it off as 'men are pigs, and not particularly picky ones.' The few men she'd actually been involved with had been the rare few with the balls to pursue her beyond a lot of blank stares, glares, and prolonged silences. Anye wasn't a flirtatious sort, and each of her ex-boyfriends had a truly epic level of patience. Sometimes, she had to admit, it just felt nice to feel wanted, but she'd ended each and every relationship once she realized they were far more invested in it than she was. Now she didn't much bother at all. It all went the same way, and it was never fair to them. Some of them had been truly wonderful men. On paper they would have seemed perfect.
"I don't think I have that sort of thing in me," she answered, and she realized a moment too late that that was probably a much more serious answer than Nick had bargained for. "I have better things to do with my time anyway."