Cold, witch.
Fallon:
Truth, E.
Ethan:
What do you want out of a man then?
Fallon:
You said it.
Ethan:
Want?
Fallon:
A man. I want someone who I can rely upon to build a family with. I want the kind of love that scores my soul.
Ethan:
When you find it tell me.
Fallon:
You think you haven’t seen it? What about your sister?
Ethan:
Fair.
Fallon:
There might be another…
Ethan:
Who?
Fallon:
Lips are sealed.
Ethan:
Keeping secrets, witch? I’ll get it out of you, eventually.
Fallon:
Maybe you will, maybe you won’t.
Fallon:
It boils down to this, E.
Fallon: