“Well they teach us to be flexible in training,” he replied piously. “You have to be able to…expand…on the original meaning of the chant.” Oh he was going to get struck down by a bolt of lighting one day he was. Until then he would enjoy himself.
Actions. Aurin did like actions. He could appreciate the actions. The creak of leather was obvious in the enclosed space of the safe house. “I think I might be able to help you with those leathers. Don’t want them to crack do we? So we should get you entirely out of them shouldn’t we?”, he asked with a slow smile towards her. His strong fingers slid up the sides of the dark armor of hers, deftly they found the buckles and ties for the leather and slowly removed them.
Innocent. Her. Never. Ever.
Yes. Innocent as that vixen sitting in-between her curves. “I think working on this might keep us occupied until the dawn wouldn’t you?”