blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"You do," Finn points out helpfully, and there's definitely something intentional, even playful, about his literal response. He doesn't believe her, of course, when she says she would never push him away, because Finn is nothing if not a logical creature. Luckily, they are spared yet another battle of semantics, because Tobi is leaning in again and the Spyglass welcomes her with gentle lips and a soft inhale of breath.
He hums a note of encouragement to feel her fingers in his hair, Finn slipping an arm around her slender waist to draw her forward and conveniently into his lap. Given his experience (however questionable the origin), Finn is gentle and careful with the woman in his arms, his tongue dancing against hers with passion, certainly, but not with haste. Only when they part for a sip of air does the Spyglass lean back enough to look at her, to take her in properly. "To be clear - this isn't a part of my treatment, is it?"
He hums a note of encouragement to feel her fingers in his hair, Finn slipping an arm around her slender waist to draw her forward and conveniently into his lap. Given his experience (however questionable the origin), Finn is gentle and careful with the woman in his arms, his tongue dancing against hers with passion, certainly, but not with haste. Only when they part for a sip of air does the Spyglass lean back enough to look at her, to take her in properly. "To be clear - this isn't a part of my treatment, is it?"
FINN
