Row is going to cut you into ribbons and slow-cook you in your own bone broth if you take liberties, asshole. Tell her there’ll be no hookups. Tell her the deal only includes the regular rom-com shit. Be a Nicholas Galitzine, not a goddamn…I don’t know, King Joffrey. “Let’s hear your limits.” Dammit, asshole, what did we just talk about?
