"Just how many women have you had?" Dora's voice broke through the comfortable silence at the dinner table. She leaned forward slightly, her eyes locked on Kael as she played idly with her fork, before placing the little piece of salad into her mouth.
Kael, mid-bite, nearly choked on his food. He coughed, set down his fork and looked up at her in surprise. "Had? Where is this question coming from? And what do you mean by 'had'? Didn't Master just tell you that you're the only woman I've ever brought to meet him?"
Dora raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "Yeah, I might be the first serious girlfriend you've had, but let's be real—you were a playboy through and through before me. No way you're some innocent saint, Kael. We both know you've been with other women. No need to pretend."