So what’s the moral of the story

Evellyn glances at you, readjusting her butt a little on the crate she’s sitting on and folding her legs a little tighter: “So what’s the point of you telling me this tall tale?”

You step over and lean close: “The point is that no matter how hard you try to deny your feelings, you too will inevitably fall, dare I say it, head-over-heels with me, just like so many others. Oh, you may resist your heart’s desires for now, but you too will come over to me eventually. No lady can resist wanting a piece of this.” You run a hand along your chest as though you’re presenting yourself.

Evellyn rolls her eyes so hard it causes her to physically lean away.

“And if not, maybe I’ll have a go at that duchess of yours, the one you’re playing bodyguard for.”

Evellyn snaps her head in your direction with sudden fervor: “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Heh, let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be able to guard that body.”