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He nodded, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
He laughed a little, and it might almost seem that he was a little proud of her, but it fell away quickly as he seemed to remember where he was....
He paused, giving her his genuine smile. "Magnifique. Que voulez-vous pour le dîner?"
He gave her his charming smile, stretching out in the sun. "We'll work on it, Sparky." * * * "Répète après moi," he replied playfully. "C'est...
He paused, considering her before speaking again, his voice gentle. "Wonderful?" * * * "Pardon, mademoiselle. Il est si facile."
"Like what?" he asked. "Please provide evidence to back up your answer." * * * He raised an eyebrow. "Soup à la Sylas indicates that either I...
"Oh? What do they normally call you?" he asked, leaning against the tree. * * * "I don't generally eat dinner," he said with a small shrug. "If...
"By torturing me? You vixen." * * * "It means it's good. It's going to take a while, though. Are you sure you want a bagel for dinner?"
He huffed, tossing a popsicle at her. * * * He looked over at her in confusion. "Bagels. Huh. Okay. Baptiste makes an authentic New York bagel."
He gasped, rolling away. "You... ass!" * * * He sighed, rolling his neck to crack it. "What are you in the mood for?"
He squinted before dropping the loaf on her face. *** “It doesn’t, I’m just... whatever. Food?”
He was also laughing, looking down and holding the bread above her threateningly. “Apologize.” *** He looked around as if he had never noticed...
He gasped before sitting up and tackling her. *** He seemed confused. “What?”
He opened his eyes and squinted at her. “Never do that again.” *** He looked back at her. “I have a chef, yes.”
"You're excused," he replied, his eyes still closed. * * * He looked confused. "...yeah? There are pajamas of all sizes in the drawers. Come...
When she looked away, he tossed the loaf of bread at her head playfully. * * * "Hm. Okay. It's right here," he said, opening a large, oak door....
He began chewing on a piece of bread, his eyes closed. *** "Suit yourself," he said with a shrug. "The guest room is this way. Are you hungry?"
"Of course," he said, lying back on the grass. * * * "It breaks other people's impressions of me. It ruins everything I have established. You...
He gave her a paper plate with two slices of watermelon on it. * * * "Well, you're welcome to borrow that one," he said, gesturing to it as he...
