[ He starts walking to the exit, and as he goes, he tucks the gun behind him into his waistband, effectively hiding it underneath his coat. ] I promise not to fall in love with your new weapon.
C'mon. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can talk about your secret kinks.
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C'mon. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can talk about your secret kinks.