She asked him two apparently simple questions; he didn't know how to answer them without appearing foolish. She insisted. She repeated them. He obfuscated. He skirted around the issues. He knew that he was being asked for perfectly innocent and, ultimately, inane information. It wasn't something that could be used against him at a later date: at least not with any serious consequences befalling him. Perhaps there could be potential for future embarrassment, but nothing more. Even then, however, he knew that the possibility of this happening was remote in the extreme. Yet, still he hesitated; and still she insisted. After a time he found himself wilting under her pressure: her insistence in getting to the root of this. Her determination grew in proportion to his obstinacy; his obstinacy crumbled in the face of her determination. Finally, suddenly and abruptly he provided her with the answer she sought: 'Because I like Belle and Sebastian. Okay?'

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