[Benjamin shifts as needed to accommodate her as she wiggles and reaches into her bag again, looking over her shoulder at the little device she produces.
He doesn't have time to marvel at the wonders of video - or color photography - before she gets thrown up in the air, too high. Cuddled close as they are, it's easy to feel him tense up and hold his breath even before she hits the ground. But when he hears the crowd start laughing, his blood pressure spikes, an almost tangible rise in temperature.
His bloodlust is extinguished, but for a moment it threatens to rise again, a high, tremulous violin note that vibrates, and then disappears.]
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He doesn't have time to marvel at the wonders of video - or color photography - before she gets thrown up in the air, too high. Cuddled close as they are, it's easy to feel him tense up and hold his breath even before she hits the ground. But when he hears the crowd start laughing, his blood pressure spikes, an almost tangible rise in temperature.
His bloodlust is extinguished, but for a moment it threatens to rise again, a high, tremulous violin note that vibrates, and then disappears.]
You could have been killed. And they all laughed?