Sexual Healing

DEVRUM When feasible, one should always eat the rude. Devrum snorted a smirk at the playful comment from Isla . He glanced down and watched appreciatively, perhaps too much so, at how she seemed to work around her 'examination' before resting his head back again. "Don't need promises, just need it to get done. Whatever you need to do you do. I don't plan on setting foot off this bed unless its all of me intact." He sighed heavily, relaxing into her examination to make it a little easier to move whatever she had to move around and not have to worry about being impaled in the eye, or mouth, or anywhere a misstep would have punished her for. Duel-colored eyes turned to the side as he watched the healer for a long moment. "Girl like you, grip like that...can't imagine you ain't been courted yet." He mused with a smirk, turning his eyes back up to stare at the ceiling.