neron
The hmm was everything Neron needed to know that Morgan clearly wouldn’t be counted among those who didn’t want to see him dead or suffering, and he suppressed a smile. If you had told him they would be sitting here and having this sort of conversation even a month ago, with he imprisoned and Morgan as Warden of the Citadel, he’d have laughed. Or... no, he probably wouldn’t have laughed. He’d have taken precautions. Duh.
Ascended couldn’t really blush, but the Hailstorm’s laughter was the kind that sounded politely awkward, and he shrugged to Morgan - she had asked for it, in fairness. ”Not exactly,” he said. ”It’s more like arousal, or sexual pleasure. I’m not sure you could stop people doing that any more than you could stop them from visiting a brothel.” But then it was likely her plan to get rid of those too, in time.
Ascended couldn’t really blush, but the Hailstorm’s laughter was the kind that sounded politely awkward, and he shrugged to Morgan - she had asked for it, in fairness. ”Not exactly,” he said. ”It’s more like arousal, or sexual pleasure. I’m not sure you could stop people doing that any more than you could stop them from visiting a brothel.” But then it was likely her plan to get rid of those too, in time.
lay your hand on me, one last time
