[He let’s out a lowly chuckle as he widens his stance. It seems innocent enough if not for the shameless grin that lingers in Wriothesley’s lips. He was definitely enjoying himself plenty.]

I wouldn’t say it unless I meant it, darling.

[A lick of his lips as his gaze drops to wear Kleken’s hands linger on his knees for now.] Who is to say you can’t? You just have to be a little creative, I think.