Strapping a deep brown belt over his ecru-coloured tunic, Ben tilts his head at her. It's not that he can read thoughts, of course, but theres a sense of thoughtfulness that raises his curiosity.
"Not that could ever look fit to be on the arms of someone like you," he remarks, proving that he's probably got the edge, flattery-wise
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"Not that could ever look fit to be on the arms of someone like you," he remarks, proving that he's probably got the edge, flattery-wise