[He swallows. His breathing is a little bit shallow - and he knows that it's not fear that's quickening his breath, nor anger. But he still lifts his hands to hers.]
...Yes. Forgive me; you're a very lovely woman, and I'm quite certain that you've...much to offer. But -
[But that's not a lie or an excuse, is it? You stormed over because you want to be as useful to Sam as Lucifer is. You want - ]
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...Yes. Forgive me; you're a very lovely woman, and I'm quite certain that you've...much to offer. But -
[But that's not a lie or an excuse, is it? You stormed over because you want to be as useful to Sam as Lucifer is. You want - ]
Yes.