[He huffs indignantly, tossing a tress of hair that had started to spill over his shoulder.]
What makes you think it would be information I would use? Honestly, you flatter yourself.
[More! Gossip!]
Do not act as though you’d be any more forthcoming if I asked about your current preferences. You are a closed book, Primrose, and I am merely trying to pry open your pages.
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What makes you think it would be information I would use? Honestly, you flatter yourself.
[More! Gossip!]
Do not act as though you’d be any more forthcoming if I asked about your current preferences. You are a closed book, Primrose, and I am merely trying to pry open your pages.