Re: Wes / Sim
Wesley wasn't one to deny a chance to show around a gorgeous specimen. Sim on his arm was a lot like Christmas coming early. There was an extra bounce in his step as he walked, arm in arm with the winged beauty, looking around at his fellow students with a feeling of pride. "I aint nothin' but your horndog baby," he purred, Elvis like perhaps, but his lip only twitched until he was able to settle it by pecking Sim's cheek.
"I didn't get many people to tug my antlers. Which is a shame, I was hoping to sort of get it out of my system before I got you to tug my antlers so I might last longer." Bumping his hip against Sim, he wiggled forwards and sauntered around. "Over there is the girl who thought I was kidding. Over there is the guy who appeared interested until his girlfriend glared at him. I could totally have him..."