[That would be a fair thing to ask, if Bruno had been the one rejected. But he's not, he's the one who regards Polnareff only as a friend, so Polnareff thinks he can damn well joke around with what he likes. It's him left in the dust, nursing a bruised ego and a sore heart; it's him who ought to get to deal with it in whatever way he wants.]
Why?
[It's a real question. Real enough that he sits up on his elbows, regarding Bruno as he stares down at nothing. His tone isn't as soft or sweet as it might have been-- there's an edge there, a mixture of anger and hurt that he's trying like hell to suppress-- but it's a real question.
It's the please that did it. He might have snapped otherwise, because how could Bruno ask him of anything after saying no? But please, and he's not about to ignore the guy when he says that.]
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Why?
[It's a real question. Real enough that he sits up on his elbows, regarding Bruno as he stares down at nothing. His tone isn't as soft or sweet as it might have been-- there's an edge there, a mixture of anger and hurt that he's trying like hell to suppress-- but it's a real question.
It's the please that did it. He might have snapped otherwise, because how could Bruno ask him of anything after saying no? But please, and he's not about to ignore the guy when he says that.]