[He growls low, but lets her move his hand to a point. It stops a few inches away from his mouth so that he can make his point -- if he wanted to forcibly remove her, he could. And he would.
Instead, he jerks his chin toward her computer again.]
I'm not stupid, gordita. Kill it.
[Only then does he lean back, release her chair, and go back to finishing his burrito as he moves for the balcony, forcing the lock open to let himself out.
If he didn't hear her chair move twice in the next two minutes, he'd be back in there to do it for her.]
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Instead, he jerks his chin toward her computer again.]
I'm not stupid, gordita. Kill it.
[Only then does he lean back, release her chair, and go back to finishing his burrito as he moves for the balcony, forcing the lock open to let himself out.
If he didn't hear her chair move twice in the next two minutes, he'd be back in there to do it for her.]