[The look he gives her is pure disbelief. Did she truly expect him to just... stay put? Not bloody likely. He was already continuing on when she popped back, letting him know that the great wide open was indeed great and wide and bloody boring.
He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a silver flask. Unscrewing the top, he took a sip, then handed it over to her.]
Care for a taste as I wax poetic about what a lovely backside you've got?
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He reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled out a silver flask. Unscrewing the top, he took a sip, then handed it over to her.]
Care for a taste as I wax poetic about what a lovely backside you've got?