Round 2, challenge #5 - Ethan
My favorite color? Well, my dear, what color are your- ouch! Damn, woman, there's no call to kick! I was simply about to ask the color of your eyes. Really, young lady, I think you've cracked something!
Alright, my favorite color. Cheeky little… I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you again, love. I truly don't have a favorite color.
Now really. Why do you persist in asking questions if you're not going to believe my responses?
Listen for a moment. You've spent enough time with me, I should think, to recognize that I don't like to be… how shall I put this… pinned down. My tastes are every bit as mercurial as you imagine me to be. Even I don't know from one moment to another what will strike my fancy.
Very well. I can tell you this. I appreciate things that fluctuate. I detest ruts and feel nothing but disdain for the static things in life. In truth, if I were forced to name a favorite color, the closest I could come would be to say "a shimmer". I'm afraid that will just have to do.