if I ever start to think straight
Smirking, Amun narrowed his eyes at Alexander. Reaching out, the potter poked the smith in the chest. "Or I've got you pegged and you're too proud to admit it." Still, as the guild master took in the change in his fellow Ascended's demeanor, Amun's own expression softened into a smile. "But I more than welcome the idea of getting better acquainted. Under the right circumstances."
Chuckling, the potter waggled his eyebrows at the other man. "Sure you are. And what, you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" The guild master shook his head at the idea.
"What, and do your work for you?" Flashing a grin at Alexander, Amun cocked his head to one side. "Well, if I were in your shoes, I suppose I could try asking me about my own line of work." He whistled a few notes then nodded as the smith agreed to set up a spot in the Art-isan's Guild.
Chuckling, the potter waggled his eyebrows at the other man. "Sure you are. And what, you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" The guild master shook his head at the idea.
"What, and do your work for you?" Flashing a grin at Alexander, Amun cocked his head to one side. "Well, if I were in your shoes, I suppose I could try asking me about my own line of work." He whistled a few notes then nodded as the smith agreed to set up a spot in the Art-isan's Guild.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
