[Cater watches from his place beneath that small frame as Lilia retrieves the lube. For all that fire he was utilizing earlier, for the moment he's pliable putty in Lilia's pale hands, moved at his very touch.]
I wasn't joking--but you have to be.
[He didn't hide his status as a flirt, but Lilia? He was always such the prankster.]
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I wasn't joking--but you have to be.
[He didn't hide his status as a flirt, but Lilia? He was always such the prankster.]
That's okay, though. I don't mind.