[Victor frowns, because there is nothing soft enough about his face to be described as a "pout," when John pulls away. Not that he completely leaves John's immediate personal space, not when Roman is standing right there fuming so deliciously because of Victor's misplaced attention.
Chuckling he shrugs and, without regarding Roman, says to John.]
Naw, buddy, he's got delicate hands. Why'd you think I asked you, soldier boy?
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Chuckling he shrugs and, without regarding Roman, says to John.]
Naw, buddy, he's got delicate hands. Why'd you think I asked you, soldier boy?