Dare!
Please don’t get a sexy one, please don’t get a sexy one, he mentally pleads. There were some things he just wasn’t prepared to do, even for a dare.
Say what you find the most attractive about the person that asked you the dare.
“Uhhhm… Okay, that— really could have been worse.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a heavy breath of relief. At least it doesn’t say sexually attractive; he probably would have taken a gun to his own head.
“Alright, uh, you…” He looks Angel over, scratching the back of his head. This was his daughter for chrissake, how the hell was he supposed to know what to say—-?
“Well, you’ve got my genes, so that’s a start, and I’m goddamned amazing so, can’t go wrong there! Uh, lets see,” He knew he shouldn’t have made this little stunt public— “You’re eyes! You’ve got my eyes. So yeah, uh, very pretty.” He was going to murder his secretary.