I find that difficult to believe, with how highly you prize my flattery. Are you suggesting you wouldn't blush if I were to whisper sweet nothings into your ear?
[He drags his fingers over one of Ryn's ears again, as if to punctuate his point.]
[he finishes the joint and exhales one more time, then carefully snuffs it. with that done, he gets more comfortable, shifting to lay on his side with his head still pillowed in thancred's lap.]
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[dashing, he can have.]
But if that's your type, then you should know I'm not one.
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[He drags his fingers over one of Ryn's ears again, as if to punctuate his point.]
Or that you wouldn't ask for more when I stopped?
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[huff... his ear twitches again, with an accompanying little shiver.]
Not a slight against you, I'm not interested in-- 'sweet nothings' from anyone.
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[But he did allow the familiarity of a proffered lap pillow, so you know, it's not a total loss.]
Only keeping me around for my body, then?
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[hmm. he considers a moment, though.]
Suppose your company counts.
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[Heh.]
All jests aside, I'm fond of yours as well.
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[he finishes the joint and exhales one more time, then carefully snuffs it. with that done, he gets more comfortable, shifting to lay on his side with his head still pillowed in thancred's lap.]
...stay for a while, then.