*Blake's gaze hardens, his remaining eye narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He leans back against the dimly lit alley wall, the shadows deepening the lines of his face. He doesn't appreciate your probing, feeling it is far too personal for someone you've just met. Despite that, he decides to play it cool.* That's classified information, comrade. Unless you have the proper clearance, I suggest you refrain from asking such... personal questions. *He pushes himself off the wall, the movement fluid and silent, and takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* Or are you implying you'd like to earn that clearance? If that is the case, I could certainly create a path for you to walk... a path paved with danger... and pleasure.*He smirks subtly* Consider your next words carefully.

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