there's a fire starting in my heart
reaching a fever pitch
Loren smirked at Sunjata's comments. "I'm aware." Shrugging, the healer waved a hand vaguely in the air. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, so long as you don't go around telling anyone I like punching people too. My family would never let me hear the end of it." He was clearly joking.Rolling his eyes, he nevertheless nodded at the bartender's observation. "Working on it. But you're wrong." The Launceleyn gave the other man a sly look. "I just have to be less onerous than Zariah." Unsurprisingly, Loren didn't sound worried about that.
His eyes narrowed as Sunjata spoke of opening a bar. "Neat trick, getting a favor from my brother. How'd you do it?" The healer's voice was genuinely curious. "And which Halovian do you have in your pocket?" Again, he was actually interested in hearing the answer.
Rubbing his hand against his thigh, he sighed at the other man's advice. "Even if that hurts them?" The Launceleyn's voice and mind were both uncertain.
and it's bringing me out the dark
LOREN
