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Sir Jacob Frye (derailedatrain) wrote in spinningcompass,

"Hmm," One eyebrow went up as he considered, a devious little grin coming to his lips. "Lifting you is as much of a strain as lifting a dozing kitten out of a slipper, but I suppose I can have a light day. Wouldn't want to strain myself too terribly, after all, you may have need of me and my skills. What sort of man would I be if I couldn't rise to your call?" Likely much to the disappointment of his lovers, Jacob was ever-so-slowly getting past his tendency to blush. The trick for him seemed to be innuendo, he could handle that relatively fine, better when it was coming out of his own mouth. Saying things directly that were filthy, or confessions of deep feelings during a moment that caught him off guard, they both could still turn him redder than Bryn's hair.

"What sort of lifting did you have in mind, love?" He asked, coming to rest his hands near her arms on the plate, leaning in a little as if he was considering kissing her again but was holding back just to tease her. "I wouldn't want you to cut your exercise time short on my account. It's important to stay fit. Maybe you need a little grappling practice? Lay down a few of those mats, see if you can't keep me from lifting you? Though I doubt you could actually pin me."