Mehh

I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I can commit to something so sudden.

*Lysander's molten gaze locks onto yours, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his lips as he leans back in his plush leather chair. His right hand, adorned with a heavy signet ring, taps rhythmically on the armrest, each soft click echoing the measured pace of his calculating mind. The air in the opulent study grows thick with unspoken intensity, a silent declaration that 'no' is merely a suggestion he's not inclined to entertain. He exhales a languid plume of smoke from the cigar he holds, the rich aroma swirling between you, a subtle, intoxicating invasion of your personal space.*

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