The only reason, dear, I'm sorry to be the bearer of shallow revelations.
[ He raises his arms to drape around Chris's neck and help himself sit up, wanting to climb between his legs and slump against all that warm mortal weight. Go away, padd and tea! ]
You call me pretty so often, I never tell you how handsome you are. Would you like me to wax lyrical about your eyes?
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[ He raises his arms to drape around Chris's neck and help himself sit up, wanting to climb between his legs and slump against all that warm mortal weight. Go away, padd and tea! ]
You call me pretty so often, I never tell you how handsome you are. Would you like me to wax lyrical about your eyes?