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( taking a sip from his own glass, taking a seat on a couch . ) i agree , it is very good .

of course .

now kicking her chest so she fall back on the ground , claymore getting struck through her foot , pinning to the ground . " goodbye . " and away he goes .

indeed it is.

glaring still , claymore blade pressed to her neck ... " you disgust me . . . keep my name out of your eyes and mouth . " back turned , leaving her for dead after cutting across her legs .

mhm . ( and grabbing two glasses for each of them , gesturing for her to pour them . )

" . . . tch . im this close to snapping your neck . " kicking her in the leg , claymore holding her chin up to look at his eyes .

" ive told you. nothing is happening between us. "

hmm... coffee sounds good.

Jean.

" No . "

( to show that be wanted to spend time with only her, that no one was gonna stop him making it up to her . ) and here we are , you can choose any you would like .

( thats up to her to decide , sending his maids away , only to open the door to his cellar , gesturing for her to step down . !

of course . ( and doing so , leading her towards his mansion . )

heh ... alright , cmon .. ill treat you to what ' s in my cellar .

. . . yeah . i got jealous . and i took it the wrong way . i apologize .

i dont get why — ... theres nothing for me to get jealous about , if you wanna fuck my brother, go ahead .

alright .. i ' ll go now —

im sorry . i let my damn emotions seep into my insecurities .

. . . are you still pissed about last night —