[A nasal chuckle. And there’s that selfishness, that fierceness entering his eyes, the assurance that he could have whomever he pleased, even if it's an inescapable lie. The amusement on his features steadily turns wry.]
‘tis quite… unnecessary. And impossible, furthermore, in a place devoid of any currency. As you likely are aware...
[Subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other – because standing perfectly still is something he rarely achieves for long - he holds out his hands at his sides.]
‘twould seem my cock is more than enough in the ways of your payment.
['And for the likes of you' hangs in the air, unspoken. An exchange of pleasure; quite simple, really.
Rasetz, coming to a stop, levels the blade for Zevran's throat, watching. But the sword's tip is a few feet away, posing no immediate threat, and the devil itself does not seem tense or restless to strike. If it has any comprehension of the situation beyond the thoughts of its master in regards to attacking or defending, it gives no indication, its red, unblinking eyes glowing like hot coals. Abel on the other hand is a fair bit more expressive.]
Surely that is why you await me in my own bed...
[Endless teasing, here, and even a little jab at himself. No man has ever come unbidden, let alone for sex.]
Aye.
[A nasal chuckle. And there’s that selfishness, that fierceness entering his eyes, the assurance that he could have whomever he pleased, even if it's an inescapable lie. The amusement on his features steadily turns wry.]
‘tis quite… unnecessary. And impossible, furthermore, in a place devoid of any currency. As you likely are aware...
[Subtly shifting his weight from one leg to the other – because standing perfectly still is something he rarely achieves for long - he holds out his hands at his sides.]
‘twould seem my cock is more than enough in the ways of your payment.
['And for the likes of you' hangs in the air, unspoken. An exchange of pleasure; quite simple, really.
Rasetz, coming to a stop, levels the blade for Zevran's throat, watching. But the sword's tip is a few feet away, posing no immediate threat, and the devil itself does not seem tense or restless to strike. If it has any comprehension of the situation beyond the thoughts of its master in regards to attacking or defending, it gives no indication, its red, unblinking eyes glowing like hot coals. Abel on the other hand is a fair bit more expressive.]
Surely that is why you await me in my own bed...
[Endless teasing, here, and even a little jab at himself. No man has ever come unbidden, let alone for sex.]