[Cliff glanced over at her from above the rim of his glass, brows lifted in surprise. He set it down-- a tad too harshly this time, to more of his embarrassment-- and leaned back in his seat, suddenly curious.]
Wait. You don't like men?
[As a man himself, he hoped that he wasn't pressing.]
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Wait. You don't like men?
[As a man himself, he hoped that he wasn't pressing.]