amun
Amun grinned a little cheekily at Maea's words. "I'll believe it when I see it." Shooting her a wink, he returned his attention to the vase, smoothing out the last bits of it.
With that, he let the wheel slowly come to a halt. "I'm aware." The words came out without any hint of humility. Lifting the still wet clay incredibly carefully, he carried it over to a corner to dry.
Returning to the bucket, he washed his hands free of clay, then wiped them on his apron. "So is this business or pleasure or a little bit of both?" The question was teasing. Heading to a corner, he pulled out the patch she'd been so enamored with last time he'd seen her, though he made no move to put it on his skin.
With that, he let the wheel slowly come to a halt. "I'm aware." The words came out without any hint of humility. Lifting the still wet clay incredibly carefully, he carried it over to a corner to dry.
Returning to the bucket, he washed his hands free of clay, then wiped them on his apron. "So is this business or pleasure or a little bit of both?" The question was teasing. Heading to a corner, he pulled out the patch she'd been so enamored with last time he'd seen her, though he made no move to put it on his skin.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
