My dear boy, that's all I love to do. Play. You all make such a good show of it. Now, now, relax. I won't bite -- unless you want me to.
[He chuckles over that to himself, as if he just said a hilarious joke. For him, it was. Biting. He did love to bite. But not of the bite and chew variety. Not for people, anyway. He loved to indulge. In drugs, booze, food, and most especially, sex. He sipped his drink and let his eyes linger over his guest.]
Why not? Maybe she knew you were a naughty thing and wanted me to punish you, though she'd more likely than not want to be here for that. Or more likely, she wants to distract me from a certain someone and thought you might do the trick. Tell me, Snowcone, what do you desire...?
[There'd be a little push behind that question, a draw to entice the man to answer as he kept eye contact with him.]
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[He chuckles over that to himself, as if he just said a hilarious joke. For him, it was. Biting. He did love to bite. But not of the bite and chew variety. Not for people, anyway. He loved to indulge. In drugs, booze, food, and most especially, sex. He sipped his drink and let his eyes linger over his guest.]
Why not? Maybe she knew you were a naughty thing and wanted me to punish you, though she'd more likely than not want to be here for that. Or more likely, she wants to distract me from a certain someone and thought you might do the trick. Tell me, Snowcone, what do you desire...?
[There'd be a little push behind that question, a draw to entice the man to answer as he kept eye contact with him.]