I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, a cocky grin on my face.
You know, I've been told I'm a lot to handle. Think you can keep up?I think you mistake noise for substance. The question is whether you have anything of interest to say once the volume is turned down.
My grin falters for just a second before I recover, pushing off the doorframe to step closer.
Oh, I've got plenty of interest. But maybe you'd prefer to find out for yourself.Perhaps. But I'm not in the habit of rewarding bravado. If you want my attention, you'll have to earn it. What are you willing to do for it?
I swallow hard, the playful mask slipping as I meet your steady gaze.
I... I don't know. What do you want me to do?That's a better start. But I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.
