i licked it so it's mine

james

smoking kills

"I know you're the expert n'all, but I'm not so sure that's how that works." The snake trilled, not at all put off by the deadpan expression. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, or whatever the advice was. And like a good little alcoholic, James did not turn down a shot.

"I get it, right. Respectful. Slow." James purred as Loren's hand came to rest upon his shoulder, tipping the man a wink. However as the healing light poured into him the thief shivered—a motion which turned into an exaggerated shimmy—and then tilted his head back, arms spread. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." He moaned happily, seemingly not at all to mind the sensual tone his hum of gratitude had taken on. As Loren pulled away the snake snapped open mossy-green eyes, shooting the summoner a delighted smile. "By the seven fucking statues that was a right trick." James' hands patted down his front as if making sure that everything was where he'd left it, before shivering happily in his blanket. Quickly that smile turned pathetic as the thief pretended to cough a few times. "I think y'missed a spot doc." Placing a hand over his heart, or near enough, James pretended to wilt helplessly. "Look't me, I'm wastin' away here."

With a bit of a cheeky frown at Loren's introduction, James raised a brow. "Well that's a mouthful." The snake mused, licking his lips. "Big man with a last name and everything. How fancy."

but so does love.