Stone asked, "How about we play a game to get your mind off this and help keep me awake?”
I nodded, “Like twenty questions?”
“Twenty is far too many. How about five each?” he laughed.
“You’re on,” I said, then smiled at him before asking, “What is your real name, Stone?”
He chuckled, grabbing his abdomen in pain, “We are stuck in a dungeon of sorts with a madman, and your question is what my name is? You have no better question, seriously.”
“Would you rather I ask what your favorite color is?” I laughed, holding onto my stomach, “I already know the answer to that question, it's black.” I laughed some more. “So no, I cannot think of a better one,” I replied sweetly with a brow raised. “Can you?”
“A million in fact, but I will answer your question if you promise to never, ever call me
