He's still postured in poised offense, still pressing a lone hand against the center of his chest— and then it breaks, and he's fitting a sharper stare her way over the edges of his own beguiled grin.
"I'm going to throw you over the side of this tower, and no one's going to know that I was the villain responsible for your very untimely end."
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"I'm going to throw you over the side of this tower, and no one's going to know that I was the villain responsible for your very untimely end."