He follows her, expressionless until her back hits the wall, and then he rolls his eyes, as he steps into her space and keeps her there.
'You wouldn' know what t'do with all that romantic bollocks. Smile an' be charmed, and think I was a ponce or somethin'.'
Not that she'd ever have the opportunity, because he would never, ever do it.
'Mind you, most birds wouldn' be insulting a bloke at this point either. You're supposed t'be laughin' at my jokes, and preparin' yourself to be complimentary.'
It's all a load of bollocks. He doesn't have time for bullshit when it really matters. He can leave all that in the pub.
And when he kisses her again, he makes it pretty clear that this isn't just experimental. That he's not prepared to let her be detached, and drift her way through. He's pretty sure she'll thank him for that in the end.
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'You wouldn' know what t'do with all that romantic bollocks. Smile an' be charmed, and think I was a ponce or somethin'.'
Not that she'd ever have the opportunity, because he would never, ever do it.
'Mind you, most birds wouldn' be insulting a bloke at this point either. You're supposed t'be laughin' at my jokes, and preparin' yourself to be complimentary.'
It's all a load of bollocks. He doesn't have time for bullshit when it really matters. He can leave all that in the pub.
And when he kisses her again, he makes it pretty clear that this isn't just experimental. That he's not prepared to let her be detached, and drift her way through. He's pretty sure she'll thank him for that in the end.