"Can you?" The conversation was deeper than the Amazon wanted to go while trying to figure out when her head was going to explode or if her brain was going to ooze out of her ears or nose. Her eyes closed after she peeked at him again.
"Can't set a timer on it? You can do anything. Why not set a timer on being normal?" She smiled slightly at him, even if she couldn't see him. "Is sex the same?" She had a hard time believing he hadn't tried that. Though sex with a scarf on...she had to laugh at the idea. She could see him wearing boots in bed, but a scarf?
The laughter didn't quite make it out. No, it died somewhere in a small round of coughing and sniffling. Zoe huffed softly, curling back up and maybe frowning a little. What was the use in having a man who could fix her if he wasn't going to? Of course, she understood why he wouldn't, and truth was, she knew she wouldn't want him to do it. She wasn't going to die from any of it, probably, even if she did feel like complete goshe.