As happy as I'm ever gonna be

”Ah, so my hair is too short, my muscles are too small, and my features are not rugged enough?” There was something darkly amused in Loren’s voice, and he reached out to cup Sam’s balls in a firm grip. ”Such a pity I’m not romantic or heroic enough for you. Guess that makes me the bad guy.” There was something wicked in the healer’s eyes. Stroking roughly with his fingers, he gave one last squeeze before releasing the Ascended. As the redhead spoke of the alchemist, though, the Launceleyn’s eyes narrowed. ”Yes, well, I would hardly expect Remi to give an accurate report. He put me on a bit of a pedestal, I’m afraid.” The words were bitter, and surprised him as they came out. However, his expression and tone both softened when Sam mentioned he vastly preferred the actual Loren to any rumors or half-remembered thoughts others might have had. ”Well. I am very glad to hear that.” The Launceleyn rested his hands on the Ascended's hips and went in for another gentle kiss. Then it was time for the redhead to wash the healer’s back. Smirking a little, he kept looking over his shoulder. ”Good thing I’ve got water magic. I can help us get cleaned up anywhere.” There was more than a hint of suggestion in the reply, and he waggled his fingers, causing the water to rise up around them for a moment instead of falling. LOREN Not quite an open book