I chopped his hand off of my shoulder. "Why not?"

Screw the niceties, I needed food. I ate two chocolate chip cookie dough flavored protein bars that stuck in my throat, while Drio stood there, face twitching, figuring out how to answer. It made me want to punch him. This wasn't a hard question.

Compulsion or not, everything else about him was normal. He knew my name and that I was Nava's best friend, he could probably describe my apartment in perfect detail. He'd just ...