[ Wow, leading him on--! He slumps in disappointment, forehead pressing to hers with the slightest wince of an eye when she tugs his hair like that. It seems to only encourage him in embracing her more tightly, though, humming like a content cat. ]
Are you worrying over me now, Lotti? [ Chuckle. ] I'm flattered.
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Are you worrying over me now, Lotti? [ Chuckle. ] I'm flattered.