"Yes, I'm sure about this," Evan says. He looks deep into Avery's eyes and asks, "Will you do it too?"
"No, I won't," Avery answers, looking down at her feet.
"Don't refuse me, Avery," Evan says, tilting her face up toward him. "You need to prove your loyalty somehow. If you don't want to get a tattoo, you need to marry me. If you don't want to marry me, you should get the tattoo."
Avery chews her lip and says, "I can't."
"Why not?" Evan asks.
"I'm just worried that the tattoo is too dangerous," Avery says.
"So marry me," he says, his eyes full of hope.
"No, I'd rather get the tattoo," she whispers.
