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"Because I want you guys to be friends."
"That's awesome! Thanks, Aspen!"
"Didn't you, Sam? Look at this. She doesn't know what to do with herself." Her nose brushed his, and she slipped her arms over his shoulders.
"You make a good point, but I dance with everyone."
"I am. I'm glad you figured that out."
"Really?"
"I'm sick and cruel? You've starved this pixie, Sam. I'm simply nourishing her." Her lips found his. "I love you, Sam," she murmured, her hand...
"I don't know you."
"Talk. Socialize."
"I don't get it."
"She's easy to manipulate if you show her just a little bit of affection. Look at her." She buried her face in his neck, kissing his jaw.
"Oh? Are you a thief?"
"Yup!"
He squinted, seeming unsure.
She kissed him back, her fingers curling in his hair. The spirit turned to Sam. "So! What have we learned?"
"Dailough?" he asked as they began dancing. "I've heard it's lovely."
She grinned, obviously delighted. "Great! Sariel, you and Warner become friends."
"I see."
She closed her eyes, her hand coming up to rest on his jaw. "I don't believe you."
He followed her, looking around. "So, what area are you from? You don't have an accent."
