// object of desire //
“You’re welcome!” Thorn nearly chirps with a smile, face brightening in spite of Zavien’s own flushed face for having to ask these questions. There’s still zero judgement, just quiet understanding, and happiness that the Dragoon had come to him rather than someone else for these questions. Better to come to someone with experience, at least.
Nodding as Zavien explains that he is interested, the courtesan’s smile twists a bit more playfully. Crooked and amused, he nods, letting the soft laugh leave him in agreement. “Yeah, that’s fair.” He snorts, settling back into his chair, leg bouncing as he folds his hands neatly into his lap, playing with the edge of his sheer undershirt.
“Hmmm.” Thorn murmurs, head tilting as he considers any last minute advice. He smirks, then, before he flashes a vibrant grin at the Dragoon when he leans in. “Don’t be scared. Girls can smell fear.” Waggling his brows with the sarcasm that blooms in his voice, his laugh after is that of water trickling in a fountain. “I think you’ve got this.”
Nodding as Zavien explains that he is interested, the courtesan’s smile twists a bit more playfully. Crooked and amused, he nods, letting the soft laugh leave him in agreement. “Yeah, that’s fair.” He snorts, settling back into his chair, leg bouncing as he folds his hands neatly into his lap, playing with the edge of his sheer undershirt.
“Hmmm.” Thorn murmurs, head tilting as he considers any last minute advice. He smirks, then, before he flashes a vibrant grin at the Dragoon when he leans in. “Don’t be scared. Girls can smell fear.” Waggling his brows with the sarcasm that blooms in his voice, his laugh after is that of water trickling in a fountain. “I think you’ve got this.”
THORN
