( He inhales slow but hotly as he watches her shamelessly meander around the screen to change clothes. The lack of response on his part could burn away the screen itself if alchemy transgressed the set laws of the universe. His eye narrows. At least she’s put off by him enough not to wrap him in her golden threads and feel the gravity of all that he feels.
He’s still looking at her by the time she appears again, so maybe she can tell how well her words grind him.
He takes the shirt and drapes it up by the shoulders. There’s no way he’s wearing this so he puts it aside to look back at her. )
Would it bother you if I don’t wear this garment while I sleep next to you?
no subject
He’s still looking at her by the time she appears again, so maybe she can tell how well her words grind him.
He takes the shirt and drapes it up by the shoulders. There’s no way he’s wearing this so he puts it aside to look back at her. )
Would it bother you if I don’t wear this garment while I sleep next to you?
You don’t need to force the nice act.