And I await that day with baited breath!
My, my, I am a lucky man. If only I were the young, fresh youth I used to be! I’d wine and dine you immediately, dearest Dahlia. I very much doubt you’d want to spend your precious time with a bearded geezer, ey?
Oh, but I do!~
Dahlia bats her eyelashes as she slides her hand on top of one of Gant’s shoulders, then begins to massage it ever so gently.
You must believe me—everything I’ve said to you has been perfectly earnest. Why, if I weren’t dead, I’d want to spend as much time with you as possible.
