@dulcemour (Of course he gives a small scream as he collides with the shelf, but he quickly rights himself again)
Oh, loosen up! You got nice tits and should be proud of em! Nice and fat.
(Is he talking about a person's figure or a fucking steak right now?)
@dulcemour Yeah, I know where your eyes are. I really wanna look down there, though. Its a good pink pendant, or whatever.
(He's still trying his hardest to glance down, to make matters even worse)
@dulcemour I mean, I guess you can if you want. The biggest issue will be all that snow.
(Even while dangling in her grasp, he's clearly not bothered. In fact, he's looking down at her chest right now)
@dulcemour No? I say it because I wanna squeeze those puppies like crazy.
(He does at least pause his searching, even if its just for a moment)
I wouldn't have to scour through it if someone told me where the liquor is.
@dulcemour I'm a hunter and a brawler, I don't have any need for crap like that.
(He's just opening cabinet after cabinet during this entire conversation, sighing after every failed search)
@dulcemour And you've got a huge rack.
(His tone hasn't shifted once this entire time, completely casual even as he has to basically parkour his way around the wardrobe to try and find the liquor)
Like, kinda obscenely huge, you know? Big fan.
@dulcemour What? It ain't like I'm wrong, you're a hot piece of ass after all.
(She still hasn't given him anything to go off of, so he's just going to start waddling around to search for it himself)
@dulcemour (Taking him in stride really does tell him instantly that her life is weird, well at least he doesnt have to explain himself)
Oh!!! Heck, I'll take a cup too then, hot stuff. Where's the bottle, I can get it.
If its really endeared you to such a degree then you should finally just let me bathe with you.
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You have comfortable shirts in there okay!!!! Like a blanket!!!!