— “Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass.”
“Well I haven’t asked you to yet. One needs permission, when working with a lady. And—”
"Hm. That’s a good question.. or three. I don’t know.”
– "Oh, that’s right. I forgot that I’m not supposed to touch there without permission.“
– "Shall I answer with my answers, first?”
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“And what? Will I wear black to the wedding? Can it double as a funeral?
On a scale of one to stupid, this is on par with seeking out a Basilisk because it looks cute.”
“Hm. Andromeda Black, dressed in black. It’s got a ring to it— and I don’t just mean the wedding ring.”
“Well you know, when I tied your shoe laces together it was to make you fall for me, not into the bowels of hell.”
– "Speaking of wedding rings, would you mind telling me your size in rings? I want to get something that fits, you know.”
– She chuckled. "Les-bi-honest.. you were checking me out, weren’t you?“
