"I don't think this is a good idea. I have a jealous streak about ten miles wide, Steven. And apparently I am also clueless. And grumpy. And I'm more or less turning into my father in disposition...and for the record there is a lot of physical contact in clubs. Loads of it. I usually use it to my advantage."
She was babbling a little. This was going to get increasingly difficult. Why was he was being nice? Why was he trying? She sighed.
"So when exactly were you planning on leading me to my doom?"
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