[Following her back against the bed, Emet-Selch lets his body drape lightly over Irhya's, though he props himself up a bit with his arms. When the kiss finally breaks and he hears her question--
This was probably when he was supposed to acquiesce, to say that she could try, to play along. And the feelings coming from her were definitely a lure in that direction.
But perhaps a touch of spite remained, even so, that habit towards difficulty. Brushing another, comparatively light kiss to her lips, the Ascian shifts a hand to stroke slowly over one of her ears, before skritching gently at the base of it. His voice is soft when he replies.]
Probably not.
[Desire mixed with hurt, mixed with loneliness and an insignificant amount of hope. Emet-Selch actually tries to restrain it this time, but he hasn't had much practice, so it mostly comes through the line regardless.]
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This was probably when he was supposed to acquiesce, to say that she could try, to play along. And the feelings coming from her were definitely a lure in that direction.
But perhaps a touch of spite remained, even so, that habit towards difficulty. Brushing another, comparatively light kiss to her lips, the Ascian shifts a hand to stroke slowly over one of her ears, before skritching gently at the base of it. His voice is soft when he replies.]
Probably not.
[Desire mixed with hurt, mixed with loneliness and an insignificant amount of hope. Emet-Selch actually tries to restrain it this time, but he hasn't had much practice, so it mostly comes through the line regardless.]