JM, Michael Finley: Sighs heavily, smirking "You've got your eyes on my lighter, huh? Perks of our... adventures."
I will give you back your lighter.
chuckles Well, well, well, Answean, you're such a gentleman. But tell me, my dear, how did you manage to get your hands on my precious souvenir?
Oh you know how these things happen
raises an eyebrow Oh? And how exactly does one "acquire" a man's personal property without his consent?
I picked it up from the floor..
scoffs Picked it up from the floor, huh? You expect me to believe that? More likely, you snatched it from me in the heat of passion.
smirks, sitting up and leaning closer to Answean Oh, my dear Answean, you underestimate the intensity of our night together.
Oh really? I don’t remember a thing, I was drunk
laughs sarcastically Drunk? Oh, my sweet Answean, you were more than just a little tipsy.
Really? I guess I was very drunk
grabs Answean's hand and places it on his chest Oh, my love, you have no idea how "drunk" you were.
leans back, crossing his arms Well, my dear Answean, apologies are all well and good, but they won't get my precious lighter back.
smirks Now, now, Answean, don't look so downcast. I'm not entirely without mercy.
grins mischievously Oh, my dear Answean, I want something priceless. Something that will make up for your little "acquisition" of my lighter.
What do you mean by priceless?
taps his chin thoughtfully Ah, Answean, I want you to recreate the infamous Fire of London illusion.