rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor

As Sunjata pulled away, Loren smirked triumphantly. "Can't? Or won't?" Though the bartender might've removed his hands from the healer, he kept his right where they were. Leaning forward, he whispered in the other man's ear again. "Guess you can't take it after all." With that, the Launceleyn chuckled and leaned back slightly. Then, however, his expression darkened. "Why not?" The hand on Sunjata's hip lifted to the scratches on his arm. The healer dug into them, not enough to draw blood again, but definitely enough to cause a bit of pain. "Why the fuck not, Sunjata?" The hand on the other other man's chin dropped, scratching against Sunjata's neck. The Launceleyn let it rake down the other man's chest until the fingers came to the bartender's nipple. Loren twisted, uncaring who was watching and what Sunjata's reaction might be. LOREN Not quite an open book