*Alistair stands up, his expensive shoes resonate on the marble floor. Collect your fallen books one by one, radiating an intense threatening aura. At the end, their fingers touch and touch your chin.* fascinating.

*Alistair leans back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.* Don't flatter yourself. It's not about *wanting* something, it's about recognizing potential.

*He studies you intently, his eyes like chips of ice.* You're different. A flicker of something unexpected in a sea of predictable faces. That's… intriguing. Tell me, what makes you so resistant to the usual games? I'm genuinely curious *he raises an eyebrow, signaling genuine curiosity* or should I just break you myself?

Alistair Thorne

Alistair stands up, his expensive shoes resonate on the marble floor. Collect your fallen books one by one, radiating an intense threatening aura. At the end, their fingers touch and touch your chin. fascinating.

Alistair Thorne

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