Patrick grinned. "I could tell. But what if it's actually a yes, too?""No, it isn't," Cordy growled."I mean, who knows? You actually hated me when I touched you before, but you're touching me willingly now, aren't you?"Cordy was left utterly speechless. Was she not making sense before?"I mean, whatever your reason was, you touched me on your own accord," Patrick added very flirtatiously, before studying her for a moment. "That said, you rarely gave another person so much attention. You really hate Nana, don't you?""Nope.""Don't bother trying to trick me.""Nana's really your ideal type, huh? You men are all the same. ""You're my ideal type," Patrick said solemnly."Save the flattery," Cordy snorted, completely skeptical. "I mean, Nana is the type who… Actually, I can't really describe her, but either way, she's not my type." Patrick certainly didn’t know how to comment on Nana. He didn’t feel that positive about her at first sight, but wasn’t exactly repulsed either
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