[ Oh. Even that small touch is electrifying. That faint taste of mead, the softness of her lips ... He follows her with his head like a flower tilting towards the sun. His own feelings temporarily eclipse her words - is that interest? Just a moment of fondness? Does she want him to do more or accept this small gift for what it is? It's enough to blot out his logical thought for a moment, enough to make him dizzy with the sensation. He wants so much right now.
Down, boy, he thinks to himself. Forcing himself to focus on anything other than this dizzying heat in his head. She did one thing. ]
I'm glad then. [ He murmurs, lowering his gaze. The red in his cheeks lingers. ] That I was able to do that.
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Does she want him to do more or accept this small gift for what it is? It's enough to blot out his logical thought for a moment, enough to make him dizzy with the sensation. He wants so much right now.
Down, boy, he thinks to himself. Forcing himself to focus on anything other than this dizzying heat in his head. She did one thing. ]
I'm glad then. [ He murmurs, lowering his gaze. The red in his cheeks lingers. ] That I was able to do that.