// object of desire //
“Yup.” Thorn answers with a brighter smile on his face, stunning in the sense that he seems to light up the more that Zavien is understanding it. “A lot’ve it is just.. Testing. She’ll let ya know if she wants something else.” He makes sure to note – because once again, the whole of communication was the important part. And given how obviously not familiar with it Zavien was, the courtesan can’t imagine a situation in which the dragoon would go too hard too quickly.
So any kind of warning or suggestion for just how to go about it seems moot. “See, now you’re gettin’ it.” He teases, fingers drumming against the book again before he flips it to the next couple of pages as if searching for something, before he pauses suddenly – like he’s been burnt, only to let his seafoam gaze peer up at him. “You’re gonna wear protection, right?”
So any kind of warning or suggestion for just how to go about it seems moot. “See, now you’re gettin’ it.” He teases, fingers drumming against the book again before he flips it to the next couple of pages as if searching for something, before he pauses suddenly – like he’s been burnt, only to let his seafoam gaze peer up at him. “You’re gonna wear protection, right?”
THORN
