Hm... [He lets out a low rumble at that response, tilting into her hand for a brief moment as he lets that sink in. Never left. He needs to ask a little more about that, figure out what's going on in that head of hers.
Figure out what's going on in that head of his too, because fucking hell... getting dropped into the middle of a new place where people know him and he knows know them? Not what he ever planned on happening. There's a lot of adjustment to be done.
He turns his head enough to brush a kiss to her palm though.]
We'll see where it goes, yeah? You never know. Maybe I'm a bigger cunt than the last guy.
[ whatever had tightened in her chest at his question, loosens again at his comment and she smiles at him, tapping him slightly with the whole of her palm after he kisses it. ]
I'm counting on it.
[ hope wasn't looking to fall back into something with butcher, especially now that she'd ascertained that he wasn't the same man she'd known. he was close - very close - and she'd tease and flirt and fuck her way across town with him, but she knew him, too. knew him well enough that this, the whole place, wasn't what he needed or wanted, and, for the most part, he didn't do romance. that part of him had died when unspeakable things had happened with his wife and--
she wasn't thinking about it now. to bring them both back to the moment, she spreads her thighs just a little and brings humor back to her tone. ]
[It's a little too much to hope for, isn't it? Watching her die once, only to get her back and to watch her die again. Is it any fucking wonder he spent Hell rushing down to the bottom of the pit in every sense of the word? All that waited for him back home was raising his dead wife's son.
And oh, he's gonna be shite at it.
But then again, he can't say he's lookin any more forward to what he's seeing here. It's a different sort of Hell, wrapped in a different sort of packaging, but still wants everybody crawling on their knees.
But he's got a pretty lass opening her legs for him, someone who knows a version of him at least -- and whatever sour feeling he's got in his stomach? He pushes it aside in favor of flashing her a grin. It's all charm and heat as he leans in to brush his lips along the inside of her thighs before he gives a playful nip.]
Me? Never, love. [And he doesn't exactly beat around the bush, so to speak. His mouth makes a trail up the inside of her leg with a pleased rumble of noise as his hands slide to grip the outside of her thighs. He uses the leverage to pull her a little bit closer.]
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Figure out what's going on in that head of his too, because fucking hell... getting dropped into the middle of a new place where people know him and he knows know them? Not what he ever planned on happening. There's a lot of adjustment to be done.
He turns his head enough to brush a kiss to her palm though.]
We'll see where it goes, yeah? You never know. Maybe I'm a bigger cunt than the last guy.
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I'm counting on it.
[ hope wasn't looking to fall back into something with butcher, especially now that she'd ascertained that he wasn't the same man she'd known. he was close - very close - and she'd tease and flirt and fuck her way across town with him, but she knew him, too. knew him well enough that this, the whole place, wasn't what he needed or wanted, and, for the most part, he didn't do romance. that part of him had died when unspeakable things had happened with his wife and--
she wasn't thinking about it now. to bring them both back to the moment, she spreads her thighs just a little and brings humor back to her tone. ]
Don't tell me you're getting shy now, too?
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And oh, he's gonna be shite at it.
But then again, he can't say he's lookin any more forward to what he's seeing here. It's a different sort of Hell, wrapped in a different sort of packaging, but still wants everybody crawling on their knees.
But he's got a pretty lass opening her legs for him, someone who knows a version of him at least -- and whatever sour feeling he's got in his stomach? He pushes it aside in favor of flashing her a grin. It's all charm and heat as he leans in to brush his lips along the inside of her thighs before he gives a playful nip.]
Me? Never, love. [And he doesn't exactly beat around the bush, so to speak. His mouth makes a trail up the inside of her leg with a pleased rumble of noise as his hands slide to grip the outside of her thighs. He uses the leverage to pull her a little bit closer.]