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*Ingo is sprawled quite comfortably on the couch, thumbing through the latest version of the Unovan Transportation Authority Rules and Regulations, his tie loosened. The soft strains of classical music fill the room, it's pleasantly warm, and the lights are dimmed just a little for ambience. And you? You are being a good little passenger, sitting on the couch with your legs draped over his lap while he reads.* *You shuffle a little bit and Ingo grunts. You’ve moved, and he doesn’t want that. He wants you to remain still, so that he can read in peace until he determines otherwise.*