Re: Garden
Magnus glanced obediently at Lucien's mouth. Even in the dark... "It's lovely," he admitted. And it was. Magnus had no trouble envisioning himself tasting it - and no trouble imagining the taste of rum on the boy's tongue, which turned aside his interest marvelously.
"Clearly, I missed some details," Magnus mused. He hadn't heard about the bottle behind a book. Although he quite liked the idea. It suited Em.
He held up his hands in surrender. "I only asked, youngling. Defensiveness is not required." He tilted his head. "Perhaps when you're fully sober, you could come visit me sometime," he suggested, only a little wry as he got to his feet. "I'm sure Emerson can point you in the right direction."