First rule of working with Muses, lad: There are no secrets between the girls and me. They have this psychic connection of sorts between them, and it filters back to me to a lesser extent. If one is hurt, sad, frightened, or even extremely happy, the rest are going to know about it.
Even so, bloody hell, mate. I know she's easily pleased, but that's still impressive.
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Even so, bloody hell, mate. I know she's easily pleased, but that's still impressive.
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[Bes gives a sudden, defeated sigh and his voice has traces of amusement hidden in the embarrassment when he continues.]
We're never going to be able to have any secret quickies, are we? Between you guys and my damn cat, it's like Twitter in the bedroom.
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Not a one, lad. Not a one. On the converse, you'll have people cheering you on.
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[It hardly sounds threatening when his own laughter lurks beneath the words.]
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And I want to thank you again. I know it's important for you and her sister to be alright with us.
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