[the squeeze at his arm stays with him long after his guest has actually moved to pick up the bottle. at the quip, Tonic laughs purely out of surprise--before pointing a somewhat accusing finger with the arm that was previously being worked on.]
That was not a stimulant, sweetheart. There's a difference.
[but he grins, not actually offended or anything.]
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That was not a stimulant, sweetheart. There's a difference.
[but he grins, not actually offended or anything.]