[ It's all pretty much a joke and probably extremely unlikely, but part of his brain is already spinning the variables and crunching the likelihood of this (horrifying) option. With a lightning bolt of memory, Luther's rmeembering the organised, arranged dates which he had been forced on, courtesy The Monocle: barters and favours and appearances, a mayor's daughter here, a businessman mogul's niece there. Connections which needed fostering. PR wheels which needed greasing. The girls had mostly known what they'd been getting into — they knew it was all an act for the cameras — but they'd always been surprised, too, by how well-behaved he was and the liberties the superhero didn't take. He'd been polite and not handsy, to their startled relief.
The prospect of Allison setting him up with someone, though, is terrifying and wrong for so many other reasons. ]
Tell her I'll sign whatever she wants. But I'm not, um, the other thing.
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The prospect of Allison setting him up with someone, though, is terrifying and wrong for so many other reasons. ]
Tell her I'll sign whatever she wants. But I'm not, um, the other thing.