[He laughs.] If I should be so lucky! You're only half as handsome as a bruxa.
[He smooths his hands between his legs, moving away to actually wash himself with a bit of soap. They were here to be clean. Sort of. Or, rather... Geralt had brought him here for his arm. And now that the spell between them has broken -- or relaxed, more like -- he could remember that. For those moments, he'd forgotten the ache in it.
He twisted it, rubbing his palm into the scar. No. It really did feel better now, the ache nearly gone.
That was what he took his extra time on, only huffing at Geralt in the most familiar of ways once he caught the towel. (He was far better at catching them than he had the thousands of other times Geralt had decided to throw something at his face. Ass.) By the time he left, he was reasonably dry aside from his hair, which wet the rounded collar of his undershirt.] Shall we return home? I'd hate to suffer a second night, running from wraiths.
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[He smooths his hands between his legs, moving away to actually wash himself with a bit of soap. They were here to be clean. Sort of. Or, rather... Geralt had brought him here for his arm. And now that the spell between them has broken -- or relaxed, more like -- he could remember that. For those moments, he'd forgotten the ache in it.
He twisted it, rubbing his palm into the scar. No. It really did feel better now, the ache nearly gone.
That was what he took his extra time on, only huffing at Geralt in the most familiar of ways once he caught the towel. (He was far better at catching them than he had the thousands of other times Geralt had decided to throw something at his face. Ass.) By the time he left, he was reasonably dry aside from his hair, which wet the rounded collar of his undershirt.] Shall we return home? I'd hate to suffer a second night, running from wraiths.