[ He squirms closer to kiss him, with passion, of his kind. The quiet and steady kind. Lord Guillaume Robillard, sworn enemy and secret lover of whatever name Byerly comes up with—he might be the wild and grasping kind of passionate. They'll find out.
When he settles back down, he pulls By in, onto his chest. ]
We can do that. And we can play more music. Play more cards. If you don't want to drink and someone gives you a hard time about it, tell them you have a finicky, demanding lover who doesn't like the way it makes you taste.
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[ He squirms closer to kiss him, with passion, of his kind. The quiet and steady kind. Lord Guillaume Robillard, sworn enemy and secret lover of whatever name Byerly comes up with—he might be the wild and grasping kind of passionate. They'll find out.
When he settles back down, he pulls By in, onto his chest. ]
We can do that. And we can play more music. Play more cards. If you don't want to drink and someone gives you a hard time about it, tell them you have a finicky, demanding lover who doesn't like the way it makes you taste.