[He almost doesn't want to let her go, but moving was his idea, so he simply follows her, drawn after her like a lodestone to the north. His gaze trails down her body as her armor and clothes fall away, a quiet sound of want escaping him at the sight of her.
But even that lovely view doesn't distract him from Farraige's presence entirely - he'd almost thought they'd have to coax the younger man to follow them, but apparently the relief that Rose is safe and desire for her are having much the same effect on him as they are on Vanyel.] I suspect that was the point. [He answers in a wry undertone.
[A memory flickers through his mind as they approach the bedroom, of discussing this very possibility with Rose. And he makes up his mind then and there, as the only one here who's ever done this before, to do his utmost to make it an enjoyable experience for all of them.
They cross the threshold, and the bedroom door swings shut at a gesture from him. He considers the bed, then Rose and Farraige.] Rose in the middle, I think - unless milady objects?
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But even that lovely view doesn't distract him from Farraige's presence entirely - he'd almost thought they'd have to coax the younger man to follow them, but apparently the relief that Rose is safe and desire for her are having much the same effect on him as they are on Vanyel.] I suspect that was the point. [He answers in a wry undertone.
[A memory flickers through his mind as they approach the bedroom, of discussing this very possibility with Rose. And he makes up his mind then and there, as the only one here who's ever done this before, to do his utmost to make it an enjoyable experience for all of them.
They cross the threshold, and the bedroom door swings shut at a gesture from him. He considers the bed, then Rose and Farraige.] Rose in the middle, I think - unless milady objects?