He leans into the touch in a way that he'd only normally do three ales in at a tavern, lips parting softly at the slide of Phillip's thumb against them. He doesn't know about Phillip's exhibitionist streak, but he knows about his own, which isn't so much a love of being seen so much as chasing the thrill of being caught.
Listen. Kill some primals and a couple of Ascians and then come talk to him about getting addicted to adrenaline.
"I thought we might have a light lunch and go shopping," he says entirely too lightly, grinning. He does sober just a bit a moment later, though it's only just enough to give the words gravity, not enough to break the mood, "I don't particularly want to make a mess of myself in the middle of Revenant's Toll, nor get a reputation for public lewdness, but I do want you to get me to beg before you let us go home. If there's a storage closet or a very quiet corner along the journey, I wouldn't protest," the grin deepens, but there's something wild behind it, a reminder that, as much as he hasn't said a word since that night about what Phillip really is, he hasn't forgotten, "I trust you know how to walk that line, or I wouldn't have given it to you. I'm well aware that if you truly wanted to fuck me in the middle of the square it would be the guards that stopped you at this point, not me. That one setting makes it impossible to protest anything."
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Date: 2021-05-21 05:28 pm (UTC)Listen. Kill some primals and a couple of Ascians and then come talk to him about getting addicted to adrenaline.
"I thought we might have a light lunch and go shopping," he says entirely too lightly, grinning. He does sober just a bit a moment later, though it's only just enough to give the words gravity, not enough to break the mood, "I don't particularly want to make a mess of myself in the middle of Revenant's Toll, nor get a reputation for public lewdness, but I do want you to get me to beg before you let us go home. If there's a storage closet or a very quiet corner along the journey, I wouldn't protest," the grin deepens, but there's something wild behind it, a reminder that, as much as he hasn't said a word since that night about what Phillip really is, he hasn't forgotten, "I trust you know how to walk that line, or I wouldn't have given it to you. I'm well aware that if you truly wanted to fuck me in the middle of the square it would be the guards that stopped you at this point, not me. That one setting makes it impossible to protest anything."