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[fantachetic]

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[fantachetic]

[ He huffs, but doesn't argue that it will be worth it, nor does he continue to struggle. ]

I should hope so. I expect I will have to be thoroughly warmed in your quarters after.

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[theirondragon]

[He chuckles again.]

Hey. Have I ever disappointed you?

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[fantachetic]

Not as of yet, no.

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[theirondragon]

[He chuckles.]

What, you think I'm going to start?

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[samahl]

Dorian, my friend, I need to talk to someone about something frivolous and apparently you are the man I've chosen to suffer through it.

Are you available?

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[fantachetic]

For you, my dear Inquisitor? Absolutely.

Is this topic best discussed over wine?

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[fantachetic]

I should certainly hope not. I'm quite accustomed to this arrangement and it would disappoint me greatly to see it stop.

[ Really, an understatement. ]

[samahl]

Nearly every topic is best discussed over wine.

[fantachetic]

As it so happens, I have a bottle of wine that is desperately calling my name. I would be willing to share. My quarters or yours?

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[theirondragon]

[He laughs heartily at that, sliding an arm around his shoulders.]

I've never heard any complaints.

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[fantachetic]

[ It's true, if he had complaints, he would be vocal about it. Or.. maybe not. It would depend entirely upon what they were doing. So far, everything is good. More than good, really.. He pats Bull on the chest. ] Yes, yes. We're both well aware of your prowess.

[samahl]

I'll meet you at yours.

[And he does, very shortly. He also brought some snacks.]

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[theirondragon]

Yeah?

[He flexes and they walk, straining that coat of his.]

The way I remember it, you can always use a reminder.

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[fantachetic]

Is that a fact? [ He raises an eyebrow, his arms crossing a little tighter over his chest as they move. ]

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[theirondragon]

[He chuckles.]

Nah. You just like playing hard to get.

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[fantachetic]

[ Dorian smiles over his shoulder at him. Of course he likes playing hard to get. He's not some conquest to be tamed. ] It's part of my charm.

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[theirondragon]

Charm, huh?

[He's smirking hard.]

Is that what we're calling it?

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[fantachetic]

[ If he rolled his eyes any harder, they'd fall out of his skull. ] Is that not what you'd call it? ....Don't answer that.

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[theirondragon]

[He laughs heartily at that before reaching over and grabbing him before stopping, pulling the mage close and pressing his lips to his firmly.]

Yeah, I'd call it that.