"Ladies, ladies," Valmont chided, pulling himself closer to them after letting the gun flip past his shoulder and get lost on the road. "I'm a fan of the classics myself. Tchaikovsky, Handel, Wagner... Have you heard the Bugler's Dream by Arnaud?"
Hands closing on their wrists, he let himself fall backward, intending to pull them off balance with his own weight. Hopefully one or both would land on his chest. "I believe he must have been dreaming about you."
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