Squish? [He echoes with a slight lift of his brows, his tone one of sneering astonishment and amused disgust.]
I favour an ass – [And not a beast of burden, he will have the elf know.] -- with far more… meat… to it. [He bares a hint of teeth in a wolfish smile.] More resistance, if you will.
[And less jiggly bounce, which brought to mind the living slime in the bowels of the castle.
Snickering follows his own choice of words. Though earning mild disapproval, that roguish, insubordinate smirk of Zevran’s becomes him, Isaac will admit; and, in the end, he does not object to fingers threading through his hair though knowing he was being toyed with. It’s a simple pleasure, one that has the nerves in his scalp prickling keenly.]
Magebane, is it? [Wolfsbane, he knows, but this is new and potentially of interest. Clearly it must have some value to the elf if he had thought to grow it.] I take that it is native to your world?
There is shameless talk of asses in this tag. Tread carefully.
I favour an ass – [And not a beast of burden, he will have the elf know.] -- with far more… meat… to it. [He bares a hint of teeth in a wolfish smile.] More resistance, if you will.
[And less jiggly bounce, which brought to mind the living slime in the bowels of the castle.
Snickering follows his own choice of words. Though earning mild disapproval, that roguish, insubordinate smirk of Zevran’s becomes him, Isaac will admit; and, in the end, he does not object to fingers threading through his hair though knowing he was being toyed with. It’s a simple pleasure, one that has the nerves in his scalp prickling keenly.]
Magebane, is it? [Wolfsbane, he knows, but this is new and potentially of interest. Clearly it must have some value to the elf if he had thought to grow it.] I take that it is native to your world?