How novel to meet yet another man who closes his windows when storms come. Fortunately, I've never had a taste for cowards.
[ read: it's not novel at all. self-important men never are. it might have stung her as his prized pupil, so long ago, ravenous for that approval — but she's long since shed her need for his recognition. ]
I'm much more concerned with you losing your taste for life. Since you insist, we can start with carving out that tongue of yours. You've always liked to hear yourself speak too much for my liking.
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Fortunately, I've never had a taste for cowards.
[ read: it's not novel at all. self-important men never are. it might have stung her as his prized pupil, so long ago, ravenous for that approval — but she's long since shed her need for his recognition. ]
I'm much more concerned with you losing your taste for life.
Since you insist, we can start with carving out that tongue of yours. You've always liked to hear yourself speak too much for my liking.