[ He was perfectly ready to sit here and keep whatever thoughts he’s having about the way Connor’s fingers traverse his neck to himself, but then Connor has to go and say that. Connor asks in such a… such a Connor way that he has no idea how to take that question. He tenses just a bit, unsure of how to even respond to that, or if he even should. ]
I, uh…
[ Gods above, he is not prepared for this, but what else has he got but the truth? Arenvald is such a poor actor when it comes to this sort of thing that Connor would see through him in an instant, anyway. ]
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I, uh…
[ Gods above, he is not prepared for this, but what else has he got but the truth? Arenvald is such a poor actor when it comes to this sort of thing that Connor would see through him in an instant, anyway. ]
Y-yeah. A little bit.