[ He wouldn't dare stain his hands or his pretty face with blood, so at least there is no way that Vil would actually lay a finger on him. So he smirks and pushes the elbow and the pillow right back on Vil.
He is decidedly, today, not against being petty. ]
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He is decidedly, today, not against being petty. ]
You wouldn't dare, Schoenheit.
[ Smirking at him, daring him. ]