Yet, the eagerness thrills Gaius like nothing has in weeks. Let him be wanted and desired, to be more than a walking corpse on a mission. Let him feel alive tangled up with the dragoon that he certainly should not be fucking. Let his heart's blood pound in his ears, and his body thrum with it. Let him live!

Having to come up to get the reserves of his oil, Gaius drops back on his haunches to dip a hand down between them teasing muscle to get it to relax, gentle but insistent.

"Relax, and this will go more smoothly, Ser Wyrmblood, and you will get 'that trick' that much faster."