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Amun grinned at Maea’s response to his antics. However, the conversation shifted to a more somber tone, and he nodded thoughtfully at her worries about the amphorae. Turning to face her, his eyes searched her features.
Then he nodded decisively, and when he finished he was smirking. "He will. And if he doesn't, fuck him." The smirk turned into a full blown grin. "I mean, not literally." Expression gaining a bit of a sly edge, he looked at her appraisingly. "Unless you're into that, which is your business."
Chuckling, the sound dark and low, he leaned into her embrace. Slinging his own arm across her shoulders, he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
Then he nodded decisively, and when he finished he was smirking. "He will. And if he doesn't, fuck him." The smirk turned into a full blown grin. "I mean, not literally." Expression gaining a bit of a sly edge, he looked at her appraisingly. "Unless you're into that, which is your business."
Chuckling, the sound dark and low, he leaned into her embrace. Slinging his own arm across her shoulders, he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
