[He'd hit on her whilst naked. The Count is alive and he hit on Pasha whilst naked. She says he never touched her and there's an earnestness in her voice that makes him think it true and yet there's the sensation of cold fingers trailing the lebgth of his spine and his thoughts move through him, darkly.
He's going to have to make sure it stays that way. And it doesn't matter, particularly, what he has to do i order to ensure it.
He says nothing of that though, doesn't want to worry her or involve her at all if he can get away with it, and so as she squeezes his hand he returns the gesture, wraps long fingers around her smaller ones.]
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He's going to have to make sure it stays that way. And it doesn't matter, particularly, what he has to do i order to ensure it.
He says nothing of that though, doesn't want to worry her or involve her at all if he can get away with it, and so as she squeezes his hand he returns the gesture, wraps long fingers around her smaller ones.]
Six drinks? Make it eight and we may have a deal.