[ It is devilish of him, but he thinks that is rather appropriate, given their location. He is a touch startled by the brush of his hand, the stroke of his fingers, and his eyes widen briefly before he relaxes, his own touch curling around her own.
Her hands are warm, calloused from her weapons, but nice. Beautiful. ]
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Her hands are warm, calloused from her weapons, but nice. Beautiful. ]
Flattery will get you everywhere.