You and the Ghost often argued. You had a habit of taking each other weakly. In the evening you sat in the same room, finishing the last reports,and you argued again

—I bet your friend is too small.Anyone could handle you in bed

You grinned, standing near the table

—Oh no.You definitely won't be able to stand it and will be begging for more

The man grinned back, approaching you from behind.His hands are on either side of you on the table,pinning you to the table

—Do you want to argue?