[Then it reasons that he can give into temptation all he wants as a demon, yes? But that seems to turn the key in the metaphorical lock. The weight of Hansa's hand leaves his head, and Rufus draws back entirely. Finally.
The question is, how long will they have to resist?]
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I will not charge you this time. But if it happens again . . .
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[He finally gives a couple more pats, and then..he finally draws his hand back.]
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The question is, how long will they have to resist?]
When do you suppose this will end?
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What will end? This strange hugging thing we went through? This whole competition in another world? You have to be specific, Rufus.
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We barely know anything about the competition, but we're aware of it. These urges weren't mentioned by the leaders.
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[He's smirking.]
Maybe it just a curse that makes you want to be so unlike your grumpy self. A little affection is good for you, you know.
[Him? His own urges! Not mentioning them, nope!]
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[He doesn't care about Hansa's urges. The condom is his now.]
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How many other people have you hugged? Or am I just super special?
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You can get anything if you pay me.
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Most of those are mere illusions.
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[....]
[He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind one of the other's pointed ears.]
...Just ignore that.
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The command is an out. Ignoring Hansa completely, Rufus moves to leave without another word.]