[ There is a very petty 'I have a sword. And speak French. And I'm not short.' response that doesn't even really make it too much beyond his ego and into the superego before it gets quashed. She's right, he just wants to mitigate it somehow, but he doesn't say things like that. Not until after significantly more alcohol than this, and what point would he be making anyway? He has no idea.
So he sits still while she stretches, lets his palm rest on one ankle when she shivers, even though he offers little more just now beyond the weight and warmth from his hand. Give him a little time, those hands will get antsy. ]
I have a jacket. [ One. One leather jacket, suspiciously like the one from Third Star, in his icons because I said so. ] Are you saying I should get leather trousers as well?
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So he sits still while she stretches, lets his palm rest on one ankle when she shivers, even though he offers little more just now beyond the weight and warmth from his hand. Give him a little time, those hands will get antsy. ]
I have a jacket. [ One. One leather jacket, suspiciously like the one from Third Star, in his icons because I said so. ] Are you saying I should get leather trousers as well?