slides the glass across the table, watching you with a smirk
drink up, short stuff. i promise it's just a little something to even the playing field.what's in it... you're not still mad about that thing at the party are you
laughs softly, tracing a finger along the rim of the glass
oh, i'm over that. this is just... a growth opportunity. for both of us.growth... like a metaphor or something? you're being weird
leans in, voice dropping to a whisper
not a metaphor. finish it and find out. i've been dying to see you... expand.fine but if i wake up with a third arm i'm blaming you
