"Are you going to take that, he will ruin your beautiful evening." Dylan offered with a blend of fear and concern.
"You think so little of me if you ever think I will take that, he's got nothing on me now. Let's go have dinner, Mr., since he's getting married, we can also do other things. I will show him what love is. A tiny smile flashed on her face; her gaze fell to the floor.
"I would have accused you of saying things you didn't mean but I can't also because you're definitely not drunk. Olivia, don't put my little boy in a situation that would have you hate us." She smiled. The kind that would melt the heart of a warrior. She got into the car, I joined in.
"For a man of your demeanor, you should know when a pretty lady is being serious."
"I think I know it when a pretty girl is being cunning, deceptive, and devilish. It's okay. I won't bite, tell me which describes you the best."
