[It's odd: until that moment, John doesn't realize that Petre has really backed off the aggressive flirting since that first drunken night. John's been watching him more closely, been caught in guilty looks, moments of observation that could be used to put the lie to his continued objections, but nothing's come of them. It took the threat of someone else, not a flat rejection, to push Petre to the point they're at now.
And now he's playing his full hand, laid out on the table more explicitly than it's ever been before, and John's response is to flush so hotly that he knows it'll reach his face this time.]
That's what you've always wanted. You couldn't pick something more original?
[There's his comical no. Delivered with about as much force as a slap with a de-boned fish.]
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And now he's playing his full hand, laid out on the table more explicitly than it's ever been before, and John's response is to flush so hotly that he knows it'll reach his face this time.]
That's what you've always wanted. You couldn't pick something more original?
[There's his comical no. Delivered with about as much force as a slap with a de-boned fish.]