[Her purr doesn't stop completely, but she glares, grabs a grape out of the bowl, then bounces it off Lucifer's forehead. Only because he's right.]
I'd choose bruises over rug burn. Besides, are you really gonna argue with what you like? [Or they could just, you know, go at it in the bed for once. But that's ridiculous.]
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I'd choose bruises over rug burn. Besides, are you really gonna argue with what you like? [Or they could just, you know, go at it in the bed for once. But that's ridiculous.]