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“On you, maybe,” Guy’s eyebrows did a dance while one hand formed into what she guessed was called a ‘finger gun’ that Guy evidently liked quite a lot. She smiled at him, her blue eyes staring up at him as he attempted to play out whatever the scenario he had built in his head was (and the moment was clearly not going as he had planned that scenario, as Tora was absolutely not swooning and falling into his arms).
“Well, that’s very sweet, Guy,” her shy smile grew softer as he leaned over her, his arm firmly planted on the wall above her head. “But I don’t think it’s a very good answer to my question.”