What do I want?? What do you want? You are the one whining, not me. I don’t even think I believe that whole my-favorite-bandit bullshit. I don’t know, baby boy.
you wound me, how many other bandits do you think i like?? hint: you’re the only one. and that’s saying a lot because usually i hate bandits. take the compliment, kiddo. also i am not whining!!
i know what i want. it’s you, me, and happens to involve a lot of tongue and mutual strangulation. so just truuuust me for once and we’ll have a good time, ok, pumpkin?