Twisted Slough my life is a play, is a play

Her grimace tells him before she even speaks. He laughs at her reaction and her misinterpretation of his intentions — a common mistake, he's noticed. Perhaps it is the way he approaches his targets. Or perhaps it was because sex and blood were so intrinsintly linked for him. I commend you in your choice of lover, iubită — women are often much more enjoyable than men, He steps towards her, his gait blase as he speaks. His tone is humorous — one might also call it jolly, even as he slipped into another veiled threat. But I was not referring to sex when I said you were here for me,