His words work a little bit like a spell, and she's laughing into his chest, infinitely more relaxed. "I guess that's a good thing, because you're sure not getting one with me," she says. "Though you never know, I may change my mind and become docile and subservient to my men any day, just as I'm supposed to."
She can't manage a straight face while saying it, though.
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She can't manage a straight face while saying it, though.