No.

For a second, I was tempted. The desire to wipe that insulting smirk off her face by doing exactly what she wanted was almost indescribable. To just end this dream, this waking madness, and let the fog take these impossible and yet so real manifestations from me.

Eris became silent for a second. She sighed. then rose to her feet, her garment falling about herself in its initial position.

"You're a lot less fun than I hoped you'd be." she commented. "Ok. so you still want a straight answer from me, how would you like it?"

I looked at her sharply.

"Doh. Thought I had you there. Right. So who do you give it to? You SHOULD give it to Tits. That's how it traditionally goes. Ice doesn't want to hurt anybody, Mom wants to stop the game, and Tits doesn't really give a shit, I mean, that bitch is into ANYTHING. The War happens, Frosty and Mom get to be heroes, Tits gets disparaged for a while, and it all gets eventually blamed on one schlub... that's you... who picked wrong because you were thinking with your dick. Most of the time the schlub is smart enough to keep quiet about it afterwords. Most of the time the ones who don't try to blame it on Tits."

I tried to keep a straight face for as long as I could. Eris looked at me as I did so, her eyes scanning my face for any acknowledgement.

"Tick tock... tick tock... limited time offer." Eris giggled. Her cleavage was fully visible now, and it would take only a deep breath for her nipples to be exposed. She clearly had experience at this.

Another moment passed. Eris said nothing, merely rocking herself gently back and forth, in rhythm with the sound of the waves.

"That could be us you know... In and out... breathing... mating..." She panted. "I'd totally keep it... a fond memory of you..."

"Please stop." I asked quietly.

"Boom! Gotcha! Four Down! And only 2 straight answers, WITH Foreknowledge! WHOOT" Eris began to dance about, doing a end field touchdown celebration. "OH YEAH! Go Eris! Go Eris! It's Your Birthday! Go Eris!"