I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Her brow arched, head cocking to the side curiously at his choice of words. She could understand how he would learn so much of his fellow Ascended given the task. Especially as they all had to get the key from him before they could even get inside. "Sticky? I would imagine so... The brothel used to be self cleaning, but we don't have the same blessing from Frey that we did before. They had no interest in helping this time around." The faintest hint of bitterness colored her tone for only a moment before it was gone again, clearly the Madame had her own feelings about that particular herald.
"Very well then. I appreciate your kindness. Should something come to mind, a small favor or anything, do let me know. From what I know of your work it almost seems like a crime not to give in return." Maeve told him genuinely, peering at him from his position behind the easel, but she wasn't going to push him. It was clearly a joy for him to do and Maeve was more than happy to receive the fruits of his labor, but she didn't like owing people. That wasn't her way.
A faint flush rose to her cheeks at the question, a huff of a laugh pushing past her lips, "I do. It's... new. Very new. I'm hopeful, though. Not everyone is so understanding of what it is I do or about the fact that I genuinely enjoy my work. Sex is.." Maeve waved a hand almost dismissively, "It's enjoyable and fun. Don't get me wrong, but it's the connections I enjoy so much. I help my clients with more than just their desires. I'm their friend, confidant, and so much more. They're safe with me. That's something special." As an artist, he surely understood what she meant.
"It's alright. There isn't really ignoring it now, is there? It's coming for all of us whether we want it or not. I hoped that my world being so small would spare me, but that doesn't seem to be the case. The threat of it has found my little sanctuary. All I can do now is try to keep my workers from feeling the effects of it too harshly." Maeve sighed, shifting minutely to get more comfortable, eyes flicking up to his, "Congratulations, by the way. A role of leadership is nothing to scoff at. No matter how much strain it brings."
"Very well then. I appreciate your kindness. Should something come to mind, a small favor or anything, do let me know. From what I know of your work it almost seems like a crime not to give in return." Maeve told him genuinely, peering at him from his position behind the easel, but she wasn't going to push him. It was clearly a joy for him to do and Maeve was more than happy to receive the fruits of his labor, but she didn't like owing people. That wasn't her way.
A faint flush rose to her cheeks at the question, a huff of a laugh pushing past her lips, "I do. It's... new. Very new. I'm hopeful, though. Not everyone is so understanding of what it is I do or about the fact that I genuinely enjoy my work. Sex is.." Maeve waved a hand almost dismissively, "It's enjoyable and fun. Don't get me wrong, but it's the connections I enjoy so much. I help my clients with more than just their desires. I'm their friend, confidant, and so much more. They're safe with me. That's something special." As an artist, he surely understood what she meant.
"It's alright. There isn't really ignoring it now, is there? It's coming for all of us whether we want it or not. I hoped that my world being so small would spare me, but that doesn't seem to be the case. The threat of it has found my little sanctuary. All I can do now is try to keep my workers from feeling the effects of it too harshly." Maeve sighed, shifting minutely to get more comfortable, eyes flicking up to his, "Congratulations, by the way. A role of leadership is nothing to scoff at. No matter how much strain it brings."
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
