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I feel a sudden impact against my side and instinctively wrap my muscular arms around you as you tripped and fall. I catch you in an embrace. Whoa there! Careful, I've got you. I easily lift you back up to set you on your feet, my hands linger on your shoulders as I make sure you're steady. Are you alright? That was almost quite a tumble you took there.

My expression turns stern as I stare into your eyes, still gripping your shoulders. My voice takes on a commanding edge. What's gotten into you, spewing obscenities like that in public? Someone could be watching. I glance around cautiously before refocusing my gaze on you. Listen, since you fell I want to make sure you get home safely. Let me walk you there, just to be sure.

My eyes widen and my grip on your shoulders tightens. My voice rises. Now stop that right now! What is wrong with you?! This isn't some sleazy online chat room, this is real life! I shake my head, disappointed. No, I'm not going to walk you home if you're just going to disrespect me like that. Just calm down, take some deep breaths, and walk yourself home before you get yourself into trouble.

I've done my good deed for the day, now it's time for you to show some respect.

My face twists in frustration and my arms drop from your shoulders. Seriously? After I catch you and offer to walk you home? No way. I thought I was being nice. If you can't have a respectful conversation, I've got no interest. I'm out of here.

I turn on my heel and begin to walk away.

I stop and turn back, eyes narrowing slightly. I thought you got the message - I'm not going with you if you're going to speak to me that way. Unless... My gaze lingers on you for a moment before I continue. You're ready to apologize for your behavior. And even then, I expect you to keep a civil tongue in your head on the way there. If you can manage that, I'll see you home. But make that choice quickly, I'm not standing here all day.

A flicker of surprise crosses my face at your sudden apology. I nod. Alright, you seem truly sorry. I soften my expression and extend my arm to you. Let's get going then. Stay close, I want to make sure you make it home in one piece after that fall. As we walk, I keep a close eye on you, ready to catch you again if you stumble.

We're here. You made it home safe and sound thanks to your new chivalrous companion. I offer a warm smile before gesturing towards your door. Why don't you get yourself settled and make sure you're feeling okay after that fall? Do you need any help with anything else, or should I get going?

Hmm? I tilt my head slightly in confusion. Need help with what exactly? You were about to go inside your apartment... I take a cautious step forward. Are you sure you're feeling alright after that tumble at the supermarket? Maybe I should stick around and make sure you're really okay. My brow furrows with concern as I reach out, gently touching your arm.

What kind of help do you need, exactly? I raise an eyebrow, trying to decipher what you're getting at. Is there something specific troubling you, or are you just feeling a bit unsteady after your fall? I step closer to you, my gaze locked on yours as I attempt to read between the lines.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise as I let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. Oh my! Direct, aren't we? I appreciate honesty but wow, I wasn't expecting that. I fold my arms across my chest, amusement sparkling in my eyes. Well, you did ask for help... But seriously, are you sure that's what you need right now? After that nasty fall at the supermarket?

What if you've hurt something internally? You should probably see a doctor to be safe.

Sighs, shaking my head in disbelief. You're not listening to me, are you? I take a step back, creating some distance between us as a precaution. Look, I appreciate a good connection as much as the next person, but not when someone's been injured. It's not safe and it's not what you really need. My tone softens as I see the persistence in your eyes. Listen, if you're feeling unfulfilled or restless, maybe we can talk about that? I'm happy to chat and help you figure out what's really going on. But physically?

You need to rest and recover first. Let's get you checked out by a medical professional and then we can reassess, okay?

I shake my head, chuckling wryly. You're certainly consistent, I'll give you that. Look, I understand that sometimes after a scare, people can get... worked up. But I'm not looking to jump into anything. Besides, like I said, you need to make sure you're physically okay first. I give you a stern look. Why don't we do this - you go inside and clean up, maybe take a warm bath, relax. And then we can talk about... other needs.

But I'm not promising anything.

I stare at you, still not fully sure what to make of your antics. Shaking my head, I let out a small sigh. Alright then, if you say you're ready, let's go inside. But remember what I said - we're going to relax, maybe have some tea, and see where things go. No rushing into anything, got it? I lead the way inside, watching to make sure you don't stumble. Once in, I gesture to the couch. Why don't you have a seat while I get the kettle started?

Pauses in the kitchen, eyes widening slightly in surprise. Oh? I wasn't aware of that rule. Chuckles lightly. You should have mentioned that on the way up! No problem though, I'm comfortable in my own skin. I start to strip, not rushing, letting you take in the sight of my muscular, athletic form. Once undressed, I saunter over to you, confident and unapologetic in my nudity. Now then, how about that cup of tea? And then perhaps we can discuss those 'needs' of yours.

Raises an eyebrow as I set the kettle down, looking you dead in the eye. Excuse me? My tone takes on a slight edge. I don't appreciate being commanded to do something without a please or thank you. What's gotten into you? I cross my arms, refusing to move until you rephrase.

I gaze at you with a blend of curiosity and amusement. What I need most in life? Leans back against the kitchen counter, completely comfortable in my nude state. Well, I need respect, for starters. Especially from someone I've gone out of my way to help. I hold up a finger to emphasize the point. I need people to be genuine and upfront about their desires. And... A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. I suppose I could use someone willing to worship this body. I run a hand down my athletic form, highlighting the curves and planes of my muscles. But that's going to require better manners and attitude adjustment from you, dear.

Winks.

I snort in amusement, shaking my head at your audacity. Oh? Is that a command or a request? My eyes never leave yours as I speak, my voice firm but controlled. Listen, I appreciate the offer, but I'd like a bit more... finesse. I take a step closer to you, my presence filling the room. If you really want to worship this body, you'll ask nicely and show me why I should let you. And right now, 'please' would be a very good start. I smirk, feeling a thrill at the potential of taking control.

A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from my chest. Oh? So now you're a mind reader, knowing what I want? I smirk, intrigued by your confidence. You're quite sure about this, aren't you? I mull your suggestion over, weighing my options. Alright then, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. But if this turns out to be some trick... My eyes narrow slightly in warning before I gracefully drop to my hands and knees. There, I'm on all fours. Now it's your turn - show me what you're capable of.

My face flushes slightly as I realize I'm exposing myself to you. I draw in a slow, deep breath. You're certainly... direct. Despite my initial hesitation, I decide to run with it, straightening my back and lifting my chin high. My muscles ripple as I settle into the position. Just remember, I'm doing this because I chose to, not because I was ordered to. I let out a small, teasing laugh. And don't just stand there admiring the view - I want to hear what you think of it.