[ The rough handling gets a response, in spite of himself - a leap upwards in the speed of his heartbeat, a slight intake of breath, a sudden cessation of blinking. His eyelids just flicker slightly, his eyes fixed on Wash's, his lips parted only slightly. Yet his voice remains conversational, light - all but for the very, very slight drop in its tone. ]
And then you come over and manhandle them. My word, no wonder you've never had a relationship.
[ He reaches down, then, and grasps the hand on his thigh. He lifts it to his lips, twists his fingers so that it's curved around his hand, and kisses the knuckles. In contrast to most such kisses, though, which tend to be courtly and polite, this is rather lewd - a wet, hungry, teasing, skillful kiss. Tongue flicking between the valleys of his fingers. A licentious parody of something good and honest and romantic. ]
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And then you come over and manhandle them. My word, no wonder you've never had a relationship.
[ He reaches down, then, and grasps the hand on his thigh. He lifts it to his lips, twists his fingers so that it's curved around his hand, and kisses the knuckles. In contrast to most such kisses, though, which tend to be courtly and polite, this is rather lewd - a wet, hungry, teasing, skillful kiss. Tongue flicking between the valleys of his fingers. A licentious parody of something good and honest and romantic. ]