Dagger stopped. After a second, her shoulders eased, and she lower the hand holding the phone. Zidane was many things -- a good actor, a skilled fighter and an even better thief, but after three years of getting to know every nuance of his personality, Dagger could tell when he was trying to pull one over on her, and when he was being sincere. Maybe it was the way he said it, or the look on his face... no, it was that distinct drooping of his tail he was almost like a dog in that sense, his tail always betrayed him.

He was really serious.

"...You... really don't remember having one of these before?"