She has clearly touched a nerve, much to her pleasure. Behaving nicely is so utterly boring, and this city is frustrating. The corners of her mouth curl up slyly.
"Am I? Well, I suppose I am." Bobby does not, however, move. He didn't actually ask her to. "What's your name, little one?"
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"Am I? Well, I suppose I am." Bobby does not, however, move. He didn't actually ask her to. "What's your name, little one?"