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“He doesn’t need help, Alessio.”

Alessio was about to pop off with something “clever” but then he realized with panic…

“What Alessio? My name’s Margret.” He said hastily as if to cover up before Arsene notic –

“Alessio’s a nice name you know!” Arsene called out triumphantly. Devils! For an instant he felt completely cornered, even though it was a stupid thing to be so worried about at this point!

“I am married to a very dangerous woman. So, if you’re that insistent on being a girl, Get these handcuffs#__off^f&m*e.”

Alessio ducked reflexively, bracing for a blow. Even after nothing happened his heart thudded wildly, nauseatingly. His jaw tightened but he was just frustrated with flight/fight/freeze constantly trying to override his existence.

Ok, better drop it before he does die. Wait –

“You’re married??” He blurted before he caught himself. Alessio bit his lip, stifling the urge to rub his jaw and trying very hard to turn invisible. “Ah…I mean…”

She must have very low standards.

Alessio was dying with the effort not to make another annoying remark. But he didn’t want to actually die so he bit his knuckles practically vibrating with contained anxiety and sarcasm.

“Why aren’t these handcuffs off now?” Alessio said in a strained voice. “Anyway what’s your actual name Arsene?”