Estinien has the abrupt and nearly unrestrainable desire to bite Gaius's fingers when they stroke up his arm. It's almost instinct. (I am a man, not a beast, not a dragon, I am a man.) His other hand briefly curls into a fist and relaxes again.
"I believe we've established I was a bit busy for that," he mumbles, eyes flicking up to glare at him.
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Date: 2022-08-16 04:06 am (UTC)"I believe we've established I was a bit busy for that," he mumbles, eyes flicking up to glare at him.