[It's already weird. Faust is well aware. He shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, hoping that perhaps he can temper it a bit with some carefully chosen words and reactions.]
I know that you would never ask me to leave Eliza...
[He hopes, anyway. The assumption is basically that the invitation extends to her, as well.]
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I know that you would never ask me to leave Eliza...
[He hopes, anyway. The assumption is basically that the invitation extends to her, as well.]
How exactly do you plan to do this, Rick?