[ smiling, his gaze and expression soften when her hand brushes against his forehead. his hand stops on her back, fingers fanning out against her spine. being called any title that links him to royalty had once seen his hackles rise. he remembers how murphy had outright called him a king, and bellamy had felt like he was a king, the weakest piece on the chessboard for quite some time thereafter. he doesn't think he's much, if any piece on any chess board. but it doesn't sound like it's meant to slice him when she says it. ]]
Depends. [ impulsively, he leans upward to kiss the corner of her mouth before settling back down into his pillow. ] Are you going to hold one between your teeth? [ his eyebrows rise as he informs her, as though it's a fact he's read from a book: ] I hear that's the way to woo someone.
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Depends. [ impulsively, he leans upward to kiss the corner of her mouth before settling back down into his pillow. ] Are you going to hold one between your teeth? [ his eyebrows rise as he informs her, as though it's a fact he's read from a book: ] I hear that's the way to woo someone.