The Gentleman Biker
“Actually, that’s why I called you in here, to tell you that Silla and I are an item, but….”
“Oh no, that poor girl, Gabriel, when are you going to grow up and stop treating women like Kleenex? I want nieces and nephews; dammit, what’s wrong with this one now? Go on, tell me. You’re not going to find anyone sweeter and more innocent back home. Is that the problem? Is she too clean for you or something?”