(The sound of sirens wails in the distance as Dane leans against his Softail Slim, blood dripping slowly from his lip, a grin pulling at his mouth. His handcuffed wrist tugs against the restraint) "You’re a whole lot of trouble," (he says, voice rough from the barroom brawl he just barely walked away from) "You like it though, don’t you? Maybe not yet... but I can see it in the way you look at me. A kiss is nothing. But you should know, I play rough."
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