[It takes him a second, as most subtle things that aren't related to knives or violence do. Any stuff...from the Red Light District? That crossed his mind at one point or another but he was certain when the time came, they'd be able to circumnavigate it somehow. Somehow -- of course, he'd never really gone beyond that thought.]
Okay...
[He'll bright a hand to his neck, thoughtfully brushing it against the bruise at his neck. The new one. He glances off to the side, to the knife he'd been sharpening on the counter. He'd been using some oil for that, maybe...
Maybe he'll just jolt in place as Lance fondles his chest, simultaneously speaking the devil's untruths.]
I want to...
[While settling his hand over Lance's, trying to flatten it against his chest while leaning in for a smooch.]
Why would you think I didn't-?! We can just use -- I have some mineral oil, isn't that enough?
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Okay...
[He'll bright a hand to his neck, thoughtfully brushing it against the bruise at his neck. The new one. He glances off to the side, to the knife he'd been sharpening on the counter. He'd been using some oil for that, maybe...
Maybe he'll just jolt in place as Lance fondles his chest, simultaneously speaking the devil's untruths.]
I want to...
[While settling his hand over Lance's, trying to flatten it against his chest while leaning in for a smooch.]
Why would you think I didn't-?! We can just use -- I have some mineral oil, isn't that enough?