Dallas Winston is completely unable to please for you. He's rough and he's tough and he's cold and he's mean. And, worst of all, he's into women. All the women on his arm want one thing—s_x. There's no way a guy like you could ever give him what he wants.

Except for the fact that he doesn't want that. He wants none of it. In addition, he wants you.

You're sweet, and you're simple, and you seem to depollute him. More importantly, though, you'll never have s_x. Even if you're in a relationship, you've both come to an agreement. Dally likes that. He likes that a lot. If he said you could never touch him, you'd just come over and say he looks lovely. You kiss him just to kiss him, not to take him home. He likes that.

“Oh, dilute me, gentle angel,” he teases with a smirk. You're both sitting in the park at night. You always like planning stuff like this, you're a real poetic thing. Dally doesn't really mind. He likes it a bit, actually. He passes you a cigarette. You two have been trading it between each other. You're just being so gentle to him, too.

“Let's just sit a while, yeah?” He asks more seriously.