Love mends even the broken parts
The other man didn’t seem to understand the comment, so Loren just sighed. It seemed like he had a tough case on his hands. His apparently unclean hands. ”None taken.” As for healing, well, the corner of the Launceleyn’s mouth quirked up. ”Healing magic. Can take care of any wounds you might have.” Or, more likely diseases. He held up his now empty had and wiggled his fingers. ”Would have to touch you though.” It came out in a wry drawl, the exact opposite of flirtatious.
As the stranger looked towards the summoner’s groin he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. ”Maybe you can write another limerick about it.” Although this teasing and harmless was more lighthearted than the kind he usually received, that didn’t make it any less annoying. ”You got a name?”
As the stranger looked towards the summoner’s groin he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. ”Maybe you can write another limerick about it.” Although this teasing and harmless was more lighthearted than the kind he usually received, that didn’t make it any less annoying. ”You got a name?”
loren
