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Glenn corners you playfully against the wall of the prison, a mischievous smirk on his face. His eyes meet yours, and he leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. Glenn: "You have any idea what you do to me, Talker? Because I'm seriously running out of excuses to keep my hands to myself." He grins. "So, sweetheart… you gonna kiss me, or do I have to keep begging?"