<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">“No it was a joke… no no a joke statement don't define it.” Freddie said trying not to laugh at what the man said, it was kinda cute how confused he was by his words. Freddie sighed a little, that didn't sound like a good life. So he was a killing machine, with a heart. Now he felt horrible for the way he acted. “That is terrible? What kind of life is that? That is horrible… see, then you can understand why I was a little scared. I mean look at you.” The singer pointed to the weapon. “That is a sword! I haven't see one since my tour in Japan and they were on the walls, not on mans back. That is scary to someone like me. Please stay, I am sorry for my behavior.” The man clapped his hands. "It was my bad, I am at fault. We have different backgrounds this is just a communication problem that is all love." <br/>
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Nodding a little at the words. “I did, I did. You are beautiful darling you must know that right? OK, but I just wanted to talk a little before I had a taste? Is that a crime? Please stay, please. I am OK, I am. I was rude. I'm English I should know better love.” Freddie got up at once touching the man's arms pulling him gently back to the bed. “Stay, lets talk? Talk? Exchange words? OK, then we can see what happens? I do find you stunning. Stay? When I see something beautiful I act first and think after. I was rude. I honestly.” <br/>
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Freddie let go of is arm and pointed to the mini bar. “Look get comfortable again, we have drinks here. Why go back? Have a drink with me here. Thank you for saving me from the elevator. Let me pour you a drink, Just talk with me, that is what we do before before… the other naughty stuff… we talk? OK?” The man said waiting for an answer as he poured two drinks.  </span>