then pull me to the backseat

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

"So...so when it comes to things, you're meant to just...mix things you like outside of sex, with sex?" In his mind's eye, the Aviator was trying to imagine how he'd mix sex with reading, sodoku, or learning new things. Every time he tried to think of it—Isla popping up between his thighs whilst he had a book in his hands—he was keen to toss away whatever it was which had held his interest in favour of her.

More than appreciative of having such a knowledgeable guide, no doubt if left to his own devices the aviator would open all of the wrong doors and find himself kicked out or worse. He perks up at the ball gag, if only because of his affection for balls (hurrr), and pauses thoughtfully at the sex swing. All of these are vanilla enough that he's able to understand their use and even their appeal with only minor assistance from Danta, until they come to the cow.

Freezing in place, the aviator's blue eyes grow wide, and had he not already been clutching his bag in one hand, he'd have reached out for some part of Danta to clutch instead. Swallowing hard, he gave his head a little shake before stepping backward into the hall. "I...I uhm..maybe we should just leave them..." Gail Approves.  Astarion Disapproves.

Which is of course when the cow turned in their direction and beckoned them in.

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