Leas and Indonea are driving wherever you want to think they are going. Leas is driving when this question pops up in his dense blond head.

"What is your go-to guilty pleasure song, my lovely Idonea~?"

The beautiful muscle lady twitches in her seat, looking alluringly embarrassed. Her amber eyes shifted back to the window and she tried to hide her reddened face with her hand. This woman whispers. Not a single word could be registered in Leas's ear drums.

"Where did your beautiful voice go~?" Leas is having too much fun feigning a pout just to tease her. "Please speak louder, my strong temptress!"

"Aaaaargh!? FINE!" Idonea huffs, throwing her arms up the air with all the annoyance. Then deflated in her seat with crossed arms. "How Bizarre by OMC..."

No way!

Leas fought down a laugh, trying to train himself to stay focus on the road ahead. Though its already too late, his eyes teared up and he couldn't keep himself from teasing her more. He waggled his brow and mused. "How bizarre~!"

"LEAS!?"

"Are you a pineapple on pizza kind of woman?" Leas daringly pried after dealing with her spat earlier.

"This again!? I told you that I won't answer anymore of your crazy questions!" Indonea growls, trying her best to turn her whole body away.

"Pineapple pizza is pretty gross but pineapples are great for-"

"Don't you dare say it!?"Idonea was bristling again.

"What? I was going to say that it helps with digestion...." Leas smiled, false innocence brightening his face. "What were YOU thinking I was going to say?"

Silence as the horror settles over poor Idonea.... Leas wins this round.