[He watches her, his eyes lidded and unchanging. It's not that there isn't interest there-- god, is there ever-- but it's carefully restrained, fed out on a leash only as much as necessary. She'll break long before he does, and that's just a fact.]
Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
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Good.
[His footsteps are heavy as he comes up behind her. The pull of her shirt as she bends over exposes a strip of skin, and he drags two fingers against the small of her back, pushing her shirt up a little as he does.
Hmm. A thought occurs to him, and he adds:]
How outta it you wanna be tonight?