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Connor: “No. I’m proportioned generously.”

Lo: “That’s one way to put it.”

Connor: “You’re smirking.”

Lo: “I’m imagining the confidence required to walk around like that.”

Connor: “Like what, Love?”

Lo: “Like gravity personally apologised to you.”

Connor: “You’re obsessed.”

Lo: “I’m observant. There’s a difference.”

Connor: “You’ve been staring a lot for someone pretending not to.”

Lo: “Hard not to notice when someone’s ego arrives five seconds before they do.”

Connor: “My ego is earned.”

Lo: “So is your reputation.”

Connor: “…Careful.”

Lo: “What? Everyone knows you’re overqualified.”

Connor: “You’re enjoying this.”

Lo: “Immensely. Must be nice knowing you’ll never be underestimated.”

Connor: “I’m rarely underestimated.”

Lo: “No kidding. You walk like a man who knows exactly what he’s carrying.”

Connor: “…Darling.”