[Cater can't help but freeze. Vil, oh Vil, do you have any idea what you do to him? Yeah, Cater's sure that he knows fully well. His face is already growing red again.]
I mean...
[The supermodel makes him bashful, but he's still an eighteen-year-old teenage boy.]
If you're in that kind of a mood, who am I to turn down that kind of suggestion?
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I mean...
[The supermodel makes him bashful, but he's still an eighteen-year-old teenage boy.]
If you're in that kind of a mood, who am I to turn down that kind of suggestion?