Wraps a spare thread of Peccavi's hair around his finger, then retracts her back for just a moment. The priest placed his hand to the small of her back, bending her into a backwards bow that his own form smoothed over the top of. He left his lips but a hairs breadth from hers
No, I don't believe I'll let you go that easily.
I think you still owe my side a vote for last night.