[ Witches, he is trying to be good. Do you see him? Do you see him trying so hard to be good? The way his teeth grind down together so tightly they might break in his mouth, and the way his fingers clench on the fan to the point the delicate wood creaks? ]
I am not looking to pick a fight, you childish churlish pest.
[ Oh, screw it. She provoked it. He brandishes his fan like a weapon, pointing it to her, his sneer as elegant as it can be while showing his disgust. ]
But if you desire it, far be it from me to deny you!
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I am not looking to pick a fight, you childish churlish pest.
[ Oh, screw it. She provoked it. He brandishes his fan like a weapon, pointing it to her, his sneer as elegant as it can be while showing his disgust. ]
But if you desire it, far be it from me to deny you!