Admiring yourself?” The Inquisitor’s voice cut through his reverie. “You won’t look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you.”
“You do seem obsessed with my look…Could it be that you’re attracted to me?”
“Don’t be revolting…You could be my son.
“You do seem obsessed with my look…Could it be that you’re attracted to me?”
“Don’t be revolting…You could be my son.
“
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