[Elizabeth shrieks quietly, an affronted scoff following close behind. She steps back out of his arms, looking both shocked and afraid Booker was about to come charging in with a carbine in hand.]
That... that isn't the point! Technically I'm supposed to split your lip now, given we're in my apartment.
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That... that isn't the point! Technically I'm supposed to split your lip now, given we're in my apartment.