Indeed. [He holds the pen to the page in a moment's thought, the ink bleeding into a widening blot.] So be it.
[Any misgivings he might have felt he rolls into a small, tight ball and pushes deep inside himself, annoyedly. His own long-unsated needs would be met at last; there was nothing he should feel but anticipation and satisfaction with the turn of events.]
At the stroke of midnight, you shall await me behind the dome. [It wouldn't be there where they would slough off their clothes, but that she would know soon enough, if she hadn't already guessed as much.]
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[Any misgivings he might have felt he rolls into a small, tight ball and pushes deep inside himself, annoyedly. His own long-unsated needs would be met at last; there was nothing he should feel but anticipation and satisfaction with the turn of events.]
At the stroke of midnight, you shall await me behind the dome. [It wouldn't be there where they would slough off their clothes, but that she would know soon enough, if she hadn't already guessed as much.]