[His gasped groan is louder this time, dangerously close to a lewd, needy moan. This is quickly becoming a favorite of his, though if it all feels this good, he'll likely be adding a few more things to that list.
He levels Wriothesley with a glare of feigned disapproval.] 'Sex' is a marginally better word, yes. [He expects Wriothesley will continue to say what he wants, but Neuvillette will continue to chide him. Sometimes he wonders if he enjoys provoking him.
But as for their compatibility...] We're both men... Anatomically speaking, how would we- [He trails off but ends up huffing softly at the termination Wriothesley uses.] Wriothesley, please. [Chiding again already.
He almost looks flustered. Or as close to flustered as Neuvillette can look, gaze darting as he tries to consider their options but feels overwhelmed and uncertain.]
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He levels Wriothesley with a glare of feigned disapproval.] 'Sex' is a marginally better word, yes. [He expects Wriothesley will continue to say what he wants, but Neuvillette will continue to chide him. Sometimes he wonders if he enjoys provoking him.
But as for their compatibility...] We're both men... Anatomically speaking, how would we- [He trails off but ends up huffing softly at the termination Wriothesley uses.] Wriothesley, please. [Chiding again already.
He almost looks flustered. Or as close to flustered as Neuvillette can look, gaze darting as he tries to consider their options but feels overwhelmed and uncertain.]