@affcgatos the king's legs remain spread just as they were, a peacock display of masculine authority. but something is amiss... his knees seem to tremble, as though fighting the instinct to hide something...
@affcgatos his palm where it rests on affogato's slender waist, locking the man tightly in place. the creases between his brows have become a valley.
“...affogato. I do not know what game you play. but you know, surely, that nothing is without consequence.”
@affcgatos yet he receives still no answer; or another riddle, so to speak! that gossamer touch leaves him warmer than he was, heat rising steadily to his neck and ears; and his eye catches a Hint of something indubitably salacious, something he doesn't dare consult with his imagination——
@purifiedlambs ... I see.
( the king's thick brows furrow slightly——for some peculiar reason, it seems to resemble disappointment. )
I bid you well, then. I hope they will not be too much trouble.
@purifiedlambs ...
...
( cough. )
... though it does not mean you cannot try. some martial skill is always good to have on hand.
I will... help you, if you do truly wish for it.