[ Of course he's the damsel in this situation. The incensed look she shoots his way must surely communicate as much, that there is absolutely no possibility that she is the one in need of saving when there's him with his pressed suit and his fluttery eyelashes and his supposedly admirable waltzing skills. She must surely, surely have more claim to gallantry than him. Right? Right. ]
Honestly!
[ What one says when there's little else to say, because he's hit the mark with his words, such a cleverly disguised challenge that she falls for. Hook, line, sinker. It's with furious insistence that she moves to grab him by the wrist so that she can drag him out, out toward the flat where he better not complain when she steps on his foot. ]
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Honestly!
[ What one says when there's little else to say, because he's hit the mark with his words, such a cleverly disguised challenge that she falls for. Hook, line, sinker. It's with furious insistence that she moves to grab him by the wrist so that she can drag him out, out toward the flat where he better not complain when she steps on his foot. ]
Come on.