[That voice! Even in its need for oxygen it has a dulcet tone. It can easily become Blanc's favorite song.]
There is something to be said for instinct.
[A dark chuckle and he presses his lips to Orange's neck.]
I must draw my sword or else I may never leave.
[A chuckle. Damn, does he want to have another go. Not this night. Would it be overly optimistic to hope that the next will be spent in this fashion? Lawrence waits for a reply to then move.]
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There is something to be said for instinct.
[A dark chuckle and he presses his lips to Orange's neck.]
I must draw my sword or else I may never leave.
[A chuckle. Damn, does he want to have another go. Not this night. Would it be overly optimistic to hope that the next will be spent in this fashion? Lawrence waits for a reply to then move.]