[ Bastien's hum of admiration bleeds directly into a small fit of laughter, but he turns, stays turned, and backs his ass up all the way into Byerly's chair. His now. ]
My taste is incredible.
[ He's reaching out to draw a little spiral on By's hip with his finger; he does not mean his taste in clothing. ]
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My taste is incredible.
[ He's reaching out to draw a little spiral on By's hip with his finger; he does not mean his taste in clothing. ]