[How much Abel understands of the conversation is debatable; he folds his barbed, lean-muscled arms across his chest, glowering.]
We all have our desires. [Isaac drawls huskily, contemplating company and flesh he has longed for.] But how often is it that you get what it is you want?
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We all have our desires. [Isaac drawls huskily, contemplating company and flesh he has longed for.] But how often is it that you get what it is you want?