[ It reeks, but he can't help breathing it in again. With each breath, heat floods through his body. Riki shudders, accepting the hand and all the additional warmth it offers.

But he doesn't stand up just yet, holding tightly-- ]

It wasn't an accident. I ruined your delivery. [ His grip weakens as his whole body shudders. ] Fuck, I didn't think I'd be feeling like this again so soon.

[ The aphro-laced perfume is making it hard to concentrate. That gentle smile he's being given - what if it were to curve ever so slightly in malice? In mockery? If only.

No, he doesn't want--

Doesn't he? ]

Nier. You can call me whatever you want.