[There's something in her tone that suggests that he has to act, now--something in whatever he can see of her smile, half lost in shadows--but he can act, he can, and he lets her hand go so he can take hold of her hips, so he can step in close to her, pushing her up against the wall, against that tapestry that she was just hiding behind.]
I think I have.
[He's leaning into her, insistently, grinning down at her. Pinning her to the wall--not cruelly, but holding her there.]
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I think I have.
[He's leaning into her, insistently, grinning down at her. Pinning her to the wall--not cruelly, but holding her there.]