[He did remember. Vergilius's eyelids flutter in reaction to it, murmuring. His other hand reaches up, fingertip trailing over the edge of the man's sharp cheekbone. He never thought they would have anything like this, before. He knows how terrible they is, those thorns.]
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[He did remember. Vergilius's eyelids flutter in reaction to it, murmuring. His other hand reaches up, fingertip trailing over the edge of the man's sharp cheekbone. He never thought they would have anything like this, before. He knows how terrible they is, those thorns.]
Do you like it? Being in secret like this.
[More asked out of curiosity than anything.]