[Honestly he was thinking about just throwing Sweeney down on the bed and doing his thing, but that immediately makes him decide maybe he doesn't want that at all. He looks back over his shoulder, not impressed but he's taking his shirt off so he's not completely put off.]
Either I'm fucking you, or you're not talking anymore. Those are your options.
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Either I'm fucking you, or you're not talking anymore. Those are your options.
[feels like good rules to him.]