Laertes's grip eases in Lucien's hair. "Only what thou wouldst wish to happen. I could urge thee to obedience with sweet words and persuasions, or we could leave off the game of obedience and try another. Or I could give thee something to resist. Or something else. Where doth thine inclination lead thee?"
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Date: 2024-01-05 05:26 am (UTC)