“Am I?” he asked. “Perhaps. Although, I think I can be plenty nice to you without needing drugs.” His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles. “Eres hermosa, Acacia. Incluso cuando no te estés preocupando.”
“Maybe not nicer, per se, but softer,” she amended, shrugging a little before tapping his lips. “Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere, Teyo.” It was a partial truth, she figured he knew as much, but it was part of the game.
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