I'm not going to talk you out of this, am I? No. Like I said, I hadn't made a study of his face, but he had. I invited you to the dance, not the other way around. His mouth was locked on a throat, fangs buried into that flesh.
Richard, you are aware that you're well-endowed, right? I felt the blush start creeping up my neck, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. Everyone in the room, except me, jumped when he laughed, as if they'd expected anything but that. Now that I do believe Marshal, that I do believe. You're trying to distract me.
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