"I don't want to."
"I think you do."
I raised an eyebrow at him and tried to look serious. "I don't though."
He smirked. "Then why are you smiling?"
I hid the smile, but started to blush. "I'm not."
"You were, and now you're blushing. I think it's because," he stepped in close to whisper in my ear, "you want me to make you."
"Meep!" an actual squeak escaped my lips. I decided to try to run for it, but he grabbed my arm, snapped his fingers, and said, "Doll."
My body went still. My mind went blank. I started to feel a floaty, happy cloud filling up the space where my thoughts used to be.
He was still smirking. I loved it when he smiled at the good doll. "That's right. Now, go do the dishes."