And who will do the tossing? [ His eyes have adjusted to the dark now, and, simply judging by her size, he wonders just how she'd manage against him. ]
You? [ Derision drips from the word, as if the very idea were laughable to him. He clicks his tongue, taunting. ] I'll let you try.
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You? [ Derision drips from the word, as if the very idea were laughable to him. He clicks his tongue, taunting. ] I'll let you try.