[He can feel the weight in Silco's gaze. Like he is a precious jewel to have and to hold. To covet. To possess. There are many things he likes about it, and there are many things he doesn't like about it. He of course is a man, not a trophy.]
[He thinks Silco understands, that. He has learned many lessons since they first met. Vergilius grasps his lower lip with his own, nibbles and worries at it, before biting over the tip of that aquiline nose.]
That so? Maybe you should show me.
[He would be curious about that. Vergilius hums, making them rock back and forth a little with the hand at his back.]
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[He thinks Silco understands, that. He has learned many lessons since they first met. Vergilius grasps his lower lip with his own, nibbles and worries at it, before biting over the tip of that aquiline nose.]
That so? Maybe you should show me.
[He would be curious about that. Vergilius hums, making them rock back and forth a little with the hand at his back.]