[maybe it's irony, in that. Olivine is hard to break because he's so much more solid than his gentle nature suggests, and this reaction, spurred on by the aphrodisiacs. Ragna's reaction is enough to catch his full attention all over again, and the priest's reaction in turn might be an equally pleasant surprise.
that is, his head tips back just slightly as a hand wraps around his neck, lashes lowering as the other hand continues its insistent pace. the taller man could absolutely choke him at least a bit and he'd ask for more. but they have time for that.]
... I have an idea, yes.
[his own fingers draw upward, curling lightly over the back of his hand. something—the combination of the aphrodisiacs, the edge of danger, the possessiveness—draws him to shed some of that softness. just a little. it's a lot sooner than he'd usually be comfortable talking like this... though he has no real complaints.]
no subject
that is, his head tips back just slightly as a hand wraps around his neck, lashes lowering as the other hand continues its insistent pace. the taller man could absolutely choke him at least a bit and he'd ask for more. but they have time for that.]
... I have an idea, yes.
[his own fingers draw upward, curling lightly over the back of his hand. something—the combination of the aphrodisiacs, the edge of danger, the possessiveness—draws him to shed some of that softness. just a little. it's a lot sooner than he'd usually be comfortable talking like this... though he has no real complaints.]
Aren't you underestimating me, Ragna?