[The warm air and the way that night slowly starts to blanket their surroundings makes his aching body want for rest. His eyelids start to droop, even as he chats with the other, but Sylvain can probably feel the way that Wriothesley seems to rest more of his weight against the other.]
Horndog. If you ask nicely, I'll consider throwing you a bone.
[Well, he can't assure the other he'd very sexy on a pole, but the man would get a good laugh of it instead.]
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Horndog. If you ask nicely, I'll consider throwing you a bone.
[Well, he can't assure the other he'd very sexy on a pole, but the man would get a good laugh of it instead.]