Tal was doing his best to focus on his work, trying so hard to keep his eyes on the sail cloth and stitching that he didn't realize Thorn had moved position until the scents of Torchline, of sensuality and elegance, wrapped around his senses and that honeyed voice flirted from a much closer distance than before. The courier didn't yelp, but he did straighten up a bit, pale eyes flicking up, startled to find the handsome courtesan very nearly in arm's reach.
Brown hands curled into the canvas and he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing as he found the other man suddenly much easier to admire, and with such a gallant invitation to do so, no less.
'I, uh... Th... thanks? Y'really don't... don't have t'do... this..." His protests stumbled along as Thorn slid right into one of the courier's fatal weaknesses that not even Alys's place in his life could completely armor him against: the attentions of an extremely attractive person who was way out of his league. "I mean, don't people usually have t'pay to... for somethin' like... like this?" Was this like a private show? Sure, all Thorn's clothes were still on, but it was still plenty hot enough to make Tal sweat!
Brown hands curled into the canvas and he swallowed hard, adam's apple bobbing as he found the other man suddenly much easier to admire, and with such a gallant invitation to do so, no less.
'I, uh... Th... thanks? Y'really don't... don't have t'do... this..." His protests stumbled along as Thorn slid right into one of the courier's fatal weaknesses that not even Alys's place in his life could completely armor him against: the attentions of an extremely attractive person who was way out of his league. "I mean, don't people usually have t'pay to... for somethin' like... like this?" Was this like a private show? Sure, all Thorn's clothes were still on, but it was still plenty hot enough to make Tal sweat!
