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[b]You extend a hand and I take it in both of mine. Perhaps not the best choice, I realise, as my hands are individually larger than both of yours and utterly dwarf them when clasping as a pair. Nevertheless, I give you an easy wink as the stagehand, Henry, hands out scripts.[/b]

[i]"Okay, we're going to start at the part where Belle was almost attacked by wolves"[/i] [b]It's a fine place to start, I suppose. We can get into character straight away, feel the relationship out without going through the messy opening. Let's get it going then.

Almost mirroring your actions, I swiftly scan the script and then hold it one side as you begin your part. As you touch the 'rag' to my arm, I twist away with a low growl from the back of my throat.

"That Hurts!" I snarl, pitching the tone as hostile but defensive, reinforcing this by turning my 'wounded' arm away from you.[/b][/center]