[Up his eyebrows and gaze goes, and he clasps his hands behind his back again, fidgeting slightly.] Hmm. Well. Literally taken, the poem tells of a maleficent seduction. While Paradisa seems pleasant... It's a false sense of security and very much that gilded cage.
[And he's still then, more serious and direct.] The freedom to leave is taken, people are played with and from what I have been told it seems to be quite the sport.
[He grimaces as if there is a bad taste in his mouth.] I wonder, not to be too forward, but would you mind if I joined you with a cup?
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[Up his eyebrows and gaze goes, and he clasps his hands behind his back again, fidgeting slightly.] Hmm. Well. Literally taken, the poem tells of a maleficent seduction. While Paradisa seems pleasant... It's a false sense of security and very much that gilded cage.
[And he's still then, more serious and direct.] The freedom to leave is taken, people are played with and from what I have been told it seems to be quite the sport.
[He grimaces as if there is a bad taste in his mouth.] I wonder, not to be too forward, but would you mind if I joined you with a cup?