[Rafael opens his mouth to protest, realizes there's really no way to keep a witch out of his house, realizes how ridiculous that thought is, and accepts defeat. Of a sort, anyway.]
No. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the guest room, you are not sleeping in my bed.
[This, apparently, is where Rafael Barba draws the line.]
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No. There's absolutely nothing wrong with the guest room, you are not sleeping in my bed.
[This, apparently, is where Rafael Barba draws the line.]