[Jesse grins, but it's not the predatory sort of grin she's probably used to seeing. He looks boyish and delighted, like he's pulling an innocent prank or he's heard a secret he can't wait to talk about. He shuts the door once they're in the room, but he keeps his distance from her, moving to take a seat at the folding table that makes up the sole decor in this tiny room. There's another chair across from him, to which he waves.]
Please, sit down. You're beautiful but that's not what I'm looking for.
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Please, sit down. You're beautiful but that's not what I'm looking for.