[ He hadn't been certain she would obey. He's seen her break a man's nose for asking her to loosen the collar of her shirt, and he wouldn't blame her if she threw a glare at him and accused him of sounding like a patron of the Menagerie. Why should he be the one to escape punishment for lecherous words?
Because she's been waiting to hear them from me, he realizes. Waiting at his window for the invitation to his bed, the invitation he could never issue. Was that the appeal? The fine line between the safe and the forbidden? He doesn't share her skill for tightrope walking. This is delicate work and he doesn't want to fumble.
It doesn't help that the sight of her undressing stuns him into idiocy. He swallows hard, his throat gone dry, the blood rushing in his ears. Kaz Brekker would fall to his knees for her.
Thankfully, he has a cane to steady him. He drinks in the sight of her and then follows, with just enough distance to make touch impossible. ]
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Because she's been waiting to hear them from me, he realizes. Waiting at his window for the invitation to his bed, the invitation he could never issue. Was that the appeal? The fine line between the safe and the forbidden? He doesn't share her skill for tightrope walking. This is delicate work and he doesn't want to fumble.
It doesn't help that the sight of her undressing stuns him into idiocy. He swallows hard, his throat gone dry, the blood rushing in his ears. Kaz Brekker would fall to his knees for her.
Thankfully, he has a cane to steady him. He drinks in the sight of her and then follows, with just enough distance to make touch impossible. ]