[Oh goodness, oh my, oh dear. Yael hears that little proposition and snorts, giving Hector a nice, slow once-over. He's got to consider his offer seriously, doesn't he?]
You're not even remotely my type.
[But there's nothing like disgust in his voice, only barely muted amusement.]
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You're not even remotely my type.
[But there's nothing like disgust in his voice, only barely muted amusement.]