Strange? [He echoed, trying and failing to sound offended, his smirk refusing to be stifled. He watched the tunic, turning back to Athelstan with an amused smile, the light of the fire dancing in his bright eyes. He leaned back in, letting Athelstan guide him closer, but tilted his head forward to gently bump their foreheads together.]
Yes. [The single syllable is exhaled with conviction, his hands moving to Athelstan's hips, for what felt like the umpteenth time he led them towards the bed.]
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Yes. [The single syllable is exhaled with conviction, his hands moving to Athelstan's hips, for what felt like the umpteenth time he led them towards the bed.]