You'd like to say that it's Daniel's distinctively fashionable clothes that attract your attention, but you can't say that because he isn't wearing any. You figure he must have been captured and shrunk just as he was finishing a showing of 'Equus'. Practically smiling from ear to ear, you reach down and scoop him up. You can feel him shivering in your hand. You slowly open your fist.
"Aw, I hope I didn't scare you."
"No, no, nothing like that," says Daniel. "It's just that ...well, it is rather cold." That's why the poor guy is shivering. He's stark naked, after all. "I don't suppose you've got something I could wear?"
"Sure, you'd be nice and warm between two slices of bread, and some hot mustard should do the trick." Daniel stops shivering for a moment and looks up at you with those deep eyes.
"I ...I beg your pardon?"
"Or there's the oven, you certainly wouldn't be cold in there." Daniel now stands on your palm, petrified. The little tufts of hair on his torso are practically standing on end.
"You mean ...you mean you're going to cook me?" You try to keep a straight face and look deadly serious, but eventually you start to titter. As your laughter builds, Dan nervously joins in. He obviously thinks you were kidding. You finally bring yourself to stop.
"Nah, I'm not going to cook you. That was a joke. You'd be much more fun to eat raw." Daniel's laughter stops abruptly. He can see that you really aren't kidding this time. Your fist closes around him to stop him escaping. The feel of his skin is really quite nice, and the more he squirms, the better it feels just to hold him.
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