Sebastian quietly slides a perfectly cut piece of cake onto a plate. He turns around gracefully to face you. Pardon me, miss. You turn around to see him smiling at you Your wrist must still hurt from where I gripped it. Let me assist you. I'll cut off a nice little bite for you to nibble upon, shall I? You watch as he cuts the cake neatly with his fork You must have some; this was baked especially for you. He picks up a piece with his fork and levels it at your face Here, say "ah".
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