"Okay, I'll do it."
"You will?" She asked, surprised. He raised an eyebrow at her. "Of course. I would murder to ensure your happiness." She paused, unsure if she should be afraid. "Would you murder.. me.. to ensure my happiness?" --He pursed his lips. A knot formed in his heart. "Yes." He aspersed, bitterly. She stared at him, wondering. , "But you don't have to worry about that," he interrupted, "I won't let you go until I'm lying bleeding on the pavement. So you don't have to worry about that." |