[He pulls off Nimah’s fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connected between the now wet fingers and his lips. Wriothesley chuckles, seemingly comfortable where he is. Well, almost. He shifts a little and it would seem innocent if he didn’t seem to grind against Nimah’s lap.

He’s acting as though he is merely getting comfortable.] I didn’t realize it would be easy to take you with just some innocent touching of your hair. I’ll keep it in mind.