[When her forehead meets his and she looks into his eyes, that gaze could kill him, it reflects his own intensity so clearly, and he would die a happy man.
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships?
He removes his hand from her, and it moves to grasp the edge of the tub instead.]
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Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships?
He removes his hand from her, and it moves to grasp the edge of the tub instead.]
Yes.
God, yes.