[That feeling is always there, warm and blossoming. Sholmes is so, so glad that she's come to visit, and that he can revel in such keen affection that rises to the forefront when she's close. It would be nigh overwhelming if he weren't such a self-indulgent individual.
He immediately sits up, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Only a handful needs to be taken care of; he never fully finished buttoning.]
Curious about Ms Adler, I see.
[Unsurprising. Flattering, even. Of course he'll humor her.
His shirt falls open, simultaneously revealing and still obscuring parts of Ms Adler's chest. Clear, pale skin, and the material draping partway over the curves of her supple, moderately-sized breasts. Pert, pink nipples. A long torso that's a result of Sholmes' own height, since he doesn't care to "make" her any shorter, even if she happens to tower over most ladies of the Victorian era.]
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He immediately sits up, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Only a handful needs to be taken care of; he never fully finished buttoning.]
Curious about Ms Adler, I see.
[Unsurprising. Flattering, even. Of course he'll humor her.
His shirt falls open, simultaneously revealing and still obscuring parts of Ms Adler's chest. Clear, pale skin, and the material draping partway over the curves of her supple, moderately-sized breasts. Pert, pink nipples. A long torso that's a result of Sholmes' own height, since he doesn't care to "make" her any shorter, even if she happens to tower over most ladies of the Victorian era.]
Hm?