"I am working toward a very specific goal. You just don't seem to know what you're into. Which is interesting, because clearly you're craving exactly that." There's only so many ways he can react to his stalking argument, so what he does is roll his eyes and shake his head. "A considerate stalker. That is so much nicer than the inconsiderate stalkers I have." Whether or not he was just joking or if he actually had stalkers other than this ever so considerate one was up to debate.
"Let me ask you a simple question. Do you want me to make you whimper the way I have again or not?"
And again, Connor faltered. He opened his mouth to answer, but bright color blossomed on his cheeks and he immediately shut his mouth. His gaze darted around to anyone who might overhear them. Should they really be having this conversation right here in public? But he was stalling. How could he answer that? Of course he wanted it again, it felt better than anything he'd ever felt before. But he also wanted to get off. That wasn't exactly a fair choice to be offered.
"I know what I'm into," he said, not answering the apparently simple question. "There's not any question about that. Never will be. I am a man who knows what he wants and what he likes. Simple as that." He gave a firm nod, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded. Like that was any kind of answer. How was he supposed to answer a question like that?!
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"Let me ask you a simple question. Do you want me to make you whimper the way I have again or not?"
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"I know what I'm into," he said, not answering the apparently simple question. "There's not any question about that. Never will be. I am a man who knows what he wants and what he likes. Simple as that." He gave a firm nod, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded. Like that was any kind of answer. How was he supposed to answer a question like that?!