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[His chest rises underneath Oliver's meandering touch, but he takes holds of his hand and laces their fingers together as a means of imprisonment.]

Uh-uh--

[And with this reprimand he extracts himself, sitting up and throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, wincing for his soreness.]

If you want more of this-- [He gestures broadly to his body as he stands.] --then you'll have to follow me.

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