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~ Maximum Resistance to Charm ~
As twilight fell over the makeshift encampment that passed for a town here, the scoundrel put forth, in what could have been called a suggestive tone if the words he'd spoken had been less straightforward: "Have you ever considered that perhaps your bed might be more comfortable with me in it?"
The Barbarian replied, without so much as glancing in his direction, "You would not make a good pillow. Too scrawny. I would snap you in half like a twig without even trying."
"I promise I'll try not to like it," Lyndon countered hopefully.
"I meant by accidentally rolling over on you in my sleep, not what you're thinking," she shot him down ruthlessly.
~end~