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[Elenore]
Margaret's face lights up as you return the keys to her. Doon subtly eyes the chain aswell, unable to contain a very satisfied grin.
"Oh Elenore...", Margaret holds the keys in her hand reassuringly, then looks back at you, "Thank you!", she leans in closer and kisses your cheek softly.
"How cute! Do I get a kiss too?", Doon interjects, interrupting your rather intimate moment. Margaret turns to him startled, having not noticed his presence till now.
"Mr Carrossea!? But... why?", she asks shyly, feeling confused and deeply embarrassed by his presence. Doon seems delighted at her reaction.
"Why, this is my room, Margaret. I found you unconscious outside. You were hurt so I brought you here. I saved your life, actually.", he boasts shamelessly.
Margaret blushes uncomfortably, but she's humbled by his claim nonetheless. "T-Thank you, Mr Carrossea.", she holds her head down, unable to look him in the eye.
Doon smiles and crosses his arms smugly. "No need to thank me, Margaret. It was my duty as a gentleman.", he declares in the most earnest tone he can muster.
"However...", he poses his hand on his chin, as if pondering, "If you would be so kind as to find the rest of the keys, and get me out of here, I would be most thankful!"
Doon's feeling pretty confident and decides to take it one step further. "Once we get out of here, I'll even take you on a date, to show you my gratitude, what do you say?"
Margaret looks shocked at his suggestion. "W-what!? No!", she immediately rejects him, "I can help you get out of here, but I won't go out with you.", she clarifies.
Doon seems disappointed, but he's not one to give up easily. "Margaret, sweetie, there's no need to be modest. You know how I feel about you. You like me too, don't you?"
"No! Not like that. I'm sorry, I...", she hesitates, but holds unto your arm for reassurance, "I love Elenore!", she looks at you then back at Doon, "She's my girlfriend.", she smiles.
Doon raises an eyebrow, then chuckles condescendingly, seemingly unwilling to take Margaret seriously. "She's joking, right?", he asks you in particular.