She glared at him, but it was too good-humored to be venomous. “Fine.” Jack shrugged and picked up his book, reflecting that third time was the charm, but it was not to be. “Is your diaper wet?”
This particular question might have sent Jack flying over his chair with incredulity were he a cartoon character. Instead, he looked up from his book as if he’d misheard. “What?”
“I asked if your diaper was wet,” Chastity repeated, completely casual, as if talking about wet diapers was the most natural thing in the world and asking whether or not his was wet was merely a matter of course, a casual formality. “Mine is,” she added, maybe helpfully.
His curiosity aroused, he felt his diaper. “Yes,” he admitted.
Chastity only nodded. “That’s what I thought.”
Jack looked at her oddly. “What do you mean by that?” he asked.
“Well come on, Jack. It’s been a few hours since our last change and we have been drinking things since.”
“Why’d you want to know about my diaper, then?”
She shrugged. “Something to talk about, I suppose.”
He looked at her for several moments in silence. “You are weird.”
“No I’m not.”
“Well, then maybe your questions are weird,” Jack said, a little defensive.
She blinked at him. “Well, sorry for asking,” she said, somewhat taken aback. Jack grumbled and picked up his book for a fourth time, but rather than being interrupted he simple set it back down after a few moments. “Something wrong?” Chastity asked quietly.
Jack opened his mouth as if to speak, but shut it again. His expression became thoughtful as he worked to choose his words.