AMBROSE'S POV:
Damn it.
I was never good at taking turns. Guess practice makes perfect.
"Fine. Dare." Let's mix things up a bit.
"Oouu yay, okay, so let me think." She said, her eyes widened with excitement.
Oh no… What did I just sign up for?
"Okay, I got it, I dare you, to drink a bottle of hot sauce. With no milk to wash down the spice."
This hellish fox.
"Wow, you are utterly ruthless. You don't have to lay a finger on a man to get them to drop to their knees, you only have to ask them to drink a bottle of hot sauce." I joked. What she doesn't know, is I LOVE spicy food.
I waved the stewardess over and asked her for hot sauce, which she promptly brought me.
I looked her dead in the eyes and held her glare matching the intensity.
I unscrewed the bottle and poured it's contents down my throat.