neron
”And you don’t think this would be an excuse for some well-earned practice?” Neron asks, folding his arms across his chest as he watches her from across the store room - and yes, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t watching the curve of her body and the way her expression shifts and changes, rather than what she might be doing to help them out of a locked room. He rolls his shoulders in a shrug at her suggestion.
“It’s late,” he says, nibbling at the inside of his lip. ”And what do you mean, bad for your reputation? I’m supposed to be running this place, and you want me to tell the Citadel that I locked myself in my own store room? And I was Warden too, once. That doubles the shame. It should be you.”
“It’s late,” he says, nibbling at the inside of his lip. ”And what do you mean, bad for your reputation? I’m supposed to be running this place, and you want me to tell the Citadel that I locked myself in my own store room? And I was Warden too, once. That doubles the shame. It should be you.”
lay your hand on me, one last time
