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"You should tell me about yourself."
He looked up at him, his gaze cold and distant. "Yes."
She laughed brightly. "Is that why you danced with me?"
He pursed his lips thoughtfully, as if debating.
"Everything."
"No," he said roughly. "You have to leave. Now."
A grin crossed her face. "How long have you known?"
Warner frowned. "I am no sinner."
She rested her head on her hand. "I don't know anything, August. That's why I want to learn."
"You have to leave now," he muttered quietly.
She paused before crossing her arms with a playful glare. "I do."
"Right. Say a bad word."
"I still prefer to think that. Perfect August."
He didn't reply, his eyes on the ground.
She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. "Are you?"
"I would for this cause."
"A good, honest soul."
Sam was downstairs down, washing his hands off. In his mind he was completely silent.
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Definitely not."
"I'd swear on it," he teased.
