[Nebula opens the door, black eyes fixing on the man waiting behind them. Why she'd agreed to this is likely a moment of temporary stupidity. But he seems harmless enough. She moves aside from the door to let him in.]
Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]
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Are you at my door?
You could have just knocked.
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[Knock knock.]
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Where would you like to be on your knees? The bedroom, living room... right here in my hallway? [She's not one to beat around the bush.]
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Woah-- your eyes are incredible. They're like-- space.
[It wouldn't be unlike him to lay it on, but it's genuine. At her question, though, he's going to try and squirm into her home.]
Inside, inside, inside please.