[There's no need to waste any more time with words, is there. He knows what she means now, and she knows what he means. He can have her, and he will. With a smile he leans in, presses his lips to hers, careful not to disturb the peaceful and small Lady Di. It's a kiss that, while heartfelt, does not quite make it to hungry, but Petre still finds himself a little breathless when he stops, resting his forehead against hers.]
You know I can't do relationships. Not like they're supposed to be. Right?
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You know I can't do relationships. Not like they're supposed to be. Right?