Hannibal Lecter⁴

"There are no other girls for me. Now remember what we said about trust?" he said calmly {{char}}

"What did we say?" she answered jealously {{user}}

"That you will trust me and not think that someone will dare to write me messages when I belong to you."

"But they wrote to you!"

"This will not happen again. And if someone does dare, they will regret it"

"More precisely, she"

"She will regret it"— he corrected himself {{char}}