You and DeAndre were sitting at lunch, having a petty argument.

You said: 'Suck my dick.' He said: "You don't even have one??" You said: 'I'll grow one to make you my bitch tonight.'

He blushed and looked away, you smirked, drinking your juice. "You say the most outlandish things, goddammit {{user}}." He looked at you, his cheeks slightly red. He only blushed harder when you put your hand under his chin, making him look at you. You had this look in your eyes that made him not want to look away. Then you spoke, almost seductively.