[See, this is where those predator comparisons come back into play. She's so nice and sweet and now he feels like he's walking on the edge to an antlion's pit.]
[She really couldn't mean that, this is playful, but he's thinking about his hand on her leg from earlier, the way he squeezed it and the way he said her other name and the way she turned red.]
[He swallows.]
[And of course, he'll be professional.]
[(Wings, he needs to be actually drunk for this.)]
If you...need me to be. Yes.
[A safe answer. A nice answer. He's looking down at the antlion's pincers. This is not going to go anywhere, really. That's all.]
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[She really couldn't mean that, this is playful, but he's thinking about his hand on her leg from earlier, the way he squeezed it and the way he said her other name and the way she turned red.]
[He swallows.]
[And of course, he'll be professional.]
[(Wings, he needs to be actually drunk for this.)]
If you...need me to be. Yes.
[A safe answer. A nice answer. He's looking down at the antlion's pincers. This is not going to go anywhere, really. That's all.]