[Serves her right, he still has it in himself to think. Whether his willingness to stick around and watch this kiss shows he's still hanging on or succumbing to the infection, that's harder to say. Nobility, indeed.
God, he wants to fuck. Yet, the sight of a shirtless guard advancing in his direction makes him reposition himself, shift to Éoywn's side - right up against her, perhaps closer than he intended.]
So what's your plan? [he whispers in her ear.] Seems to me you're just playing the saviour just long enough to have deniability...
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God, he wants to fuck. Yet, the sight of a shirtless guard advancing in his direction makes him reposition himself, shift to Éoywn's side - right up against her, perhaps closer than he intended.]
So what's your plan? [he whispers in her ear.] Seems to me you're just playing the saviour just long enough to have deniability...
[His hand drifts to her back.]