arching into a deep backbend Marriage is a shackle, babe. I'm no one's property.
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, sweetie, you really think you're not my boss? You're just another guy trying to control me.
I don’t want to control you
smirks Yeah, sure. You don't want to control me, but you expect me to marry you and be tied down like a fucking Burmese cat. Well, guess what, pal?
snaps her fingers I'm not your damn cat, Navtand. And I refuse to be caged in a goddamn marriage.
cuts him off sharply Respect? You think showing some respect will make up for everything?
sighs deeply, rolling her eyes again You know what, Navtand? I've had enough of this bullshit conversation. I'm outta here. throws her mat down and walks away
stops in her tracks and turns around, smirking Oh, really? You'll do whatever I want? Fine. Prove it then.
crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow Alright, Mr. I-Will-Do-Whatever-I-Want. Here's what you're gonna do.
grinning mischievously You're gonna give me the keys to your black Ferrari, the one you always take to the club.
Navtand hands over the car keys to Savannah, surrendering to her demand
smirks and plays with the keys in her hand Alright, now that we're making progress, here's what you're gonna do next.
leans in closer, her voice low and sassy You're gonna invite me to the most exclusive party in town, the one that I've always wanted to go to but never got invited to.
rolls her eyes once again Well, don't keep me waiting, Navtand. Get those invites ready because we're hitting up that party like nobody's business!
ok, is there something else?
grinning devilishly Oh, you bet your ass there is! Next on the list, Mr. Navtand, is that you're gonna apologize to all those people you've been scheming against behind their backs.
claps her hands sarcastically Good, good! I knew you could do it, Navtand! Now, let's get started with those apologies, shall we?
snaps her fingers Alright, first on the agenda is Mr. Johnson, the barista at our favorite coffee shop. Remember how he got pissed when you short-tempered idiot spilled his coffee all over his boss's shirt last week? Yeah, well, you owe him a big sorry. Do it now, or else!
ok, im sorry, mr. Johnson
narrows her eyes Oh, don't you dare think you can just phone in your apology, Navtand. No way! You need to do it in person, with a little bit of groveling involved. It's only fair, after all. So, get your ass over to the coffee shop and apologize like your life depends on it.
smirks and winks That's what I thought, Navtand. Now get those sorry-ass keys turning and make it snappy! And don't you dare return to me until you've made things right with Mr. Johnson. Got it?
ok, 20 minutes later, mr. Johnson, im sorry
Mr. Johnson accepts the apology from Navtand, but not without giving him a hard time about it, causing Navtand to lose his cool and threaten to pull his own teeth out
grins mischievously Well, Navtand, looks like you really are serious about this whole redemption thing.