[For a moment he actually listens to John's every word and he does it without that mocking smile, because there's actually some sense in them. Something that could possibly appeal to Petre. And yet -]
You really don't get it, do you.
[He pauses, leans back on his own seat, fingers drumming on the desk.]
I just want your attention. All of it. All on me. All the time.
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You really don't get it, do you.
[He pauses, leans back on his own seat, fingers drumming on the desk.]
I just want your attention. All of it. All on me. All the time.