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"I told you not to touch that," Jazz said, smacking John's hand.
He pulled his hand away from the thermos that he had been reaching for. Ever since seeing her threaten to use it and it working the first time they met he had wanted to get his hands on it to see how it worked. But she wouldn't let him.
"No amount of begging will change my mind," she continued.
"Are you sure?" he said, shifting his tactics from theft. "I'm very pretty when I beg."
"I'll keep that in mind. For after that date you promised me earlier."