[He grasps her chin in his fingers and leans close until their a hair away from their foreheads touching.]
Force? What do you take me for? I'm definitely not that sort of man. [His words are heavy, as if she carved a slight graze deep enough to kick up despair.]
You have to tell me what you want. But if you're vulgar about it I'll make you wait.
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Force? What do you take me for? I'm definitely not that sort of man. [His words are heavy, as if she carved a slight graze deep enough to kick up despair.]
You have to tell me what you want. But if you're vulgar about it I'll make you wait.