He virtually spits it; the anger rises again, and he cannot look at him.
'I do not know what you think qualifies you to help me. And you are not telling the truth. That you are doing this for your own reasons - and no, I do not exist to be some kind of...concubine, for your perverted desires.'
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He virtually spits it; the anger rises again, and he cannot look at him.
'I do not know what you think qualifies you to help me. And you are not telling the truth. That you are doing this for your own reasons - and no, I do not exist to be some kind of...concubine, for your perverted desires.'