[Chuckling low in her throat, Angela sets aside another shirt, still undecided on whether she's in a paisley or florals mood.]
Uh huh. And what is it that you want?
[He can't deny it that she knows him far too well, even if she leans ever so slightly back into him when that arm around her waist narrows just a little more, effectively giving encouragement to the behavior she's supposedly scolding.]
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Uh huh. And what is it that you want?
[He can't deny it that she knows him far too well, even if she leans ever so slightly back into him when that arm around her waist narrows just a little more, effectively giving encouragement to the behavior she's supposedly scolding.]