[It's nothing he didn't expect, but still Polnareff whines in disappointment. His trousers are just a touch too tight as he settles back, pouting at the screen. Rick's only just found Ilsa again. They've got ages to go, and it's not like he doesn't want to watch the film, but Christ.
He lets a few lines pass, just long enough for them both to settle in. Polnareff kicks his feet up, settling them on the seat in front of them, and remarks idly:]
I am going to fuck you in the shooting range. Don't think you get out of that entirely.
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He lets a few lines pass, just long enough for them both to settle in. Polnareff kicks his feet up, settling them on the seat in front of them, and remarks idly:]
I am going to fuck you in the shooting range. Don't think you get out of that entirely.