[Nerves tingle with need and want, Zevran’s touch lingering even as his hand leaves him.] Yours is not the only I have enjoyed.
[The fierce, hungry certainty with which he teasingly prepares others to receive him speaks volumes, making the only purpose of stating the obvious just to rob Zevran of some small sense of satisfaction he may be feeling.]
Of course… [He exhales, pausing.] …what rests between is of equal import. If I am to lie with a man about as tight from the start as that cloth sack you handed me, I had might as well take a woman’s company. [He wrinkles his nose, making a face while thinking on the remark as if this is a somewhat disappointing outcome.
Oh, right, they had been discussing magebane.]
…oh? [He cocks his head, an eyebrow perking suggestively.] Effective, how? Does it weaken one's spells partly or entirely, block the flow of magic within them, or lower one's resistance to magical attacks?
*TW* for sex talk esp. 'cause Isaac sometimes has a terrible, terrible way of describing things.
[The fierce, hungry certainty with which he teasingly prepares others to receive him speaks volumes, making the only purpose of stating the obvious just to rob Zevran of some small sense of satisfaction he may be feeling.]
Of course… [He exhales, pausing.] …what rests between is of equal import. If I am to lie with a man about as tight from the start as that cloth sack you handed me, I had might as well take a woman’s company. [He wrinkles his nose, making a face while thinking on the remark as if this is a somewhat disappointing outcome.
Oh, right, they had been discussing magebane.]
…oh? [He cocks his head, an eyebrow perking suggestively.] Effective, how? Does it weaken one's spells partly or entirely, block the flow of magic within them, or lower one's resistance to magical attacks?