[The truth is that this is perfect, because he doesn't want anything complicated. He doesn't want love (he has love), he wants validation. He wants some simple fucking pleasure and Rose is more than good at giving it to him. They are using each other in the most consensual way they're capable of.
He watches her fingers another moment.]
God, you look like a slut.
[He says it casually, and there's nothing mean in it; it's a hot kind of judgement, not a cold one, it's absolutely anticipation. He unbuttons his shirt, then.]
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He watches her fingers another moment.]
God, you look like a slut.
[He says it casually, and there's nothing mean in it; it's a hot kind of judgement, not a cold one, it's absolutely anticipation. He unbuttons his shirt, then.]
You look so fucking desperate for my cock.
[His hand goes to her ankle.]
Clean your fingers off.