I’ve forgotten you. I’m not the drunken cynic that waxes poetry about your golden locks. I am strong and I do not need you. Stay away from me for I fear you bring havoc wherever you go.
((Aphrodisiac)) "You have no idea how much I want to." Grantaire whispered licking his lips as he held Enjolras at arms length. "Really no idea. But I can't take advantage of you like that. It's not right."