[ no. she can't, and won't. it feels good to have her ego fed in these little moments... and this, as generous as it is, will last her longer than anything before.
Takes it upon himself to just give her a real kiss on the lips, slow and warm, gathering snowflakes in his hair and lashes as he does. A bit of telepathy to file off the hard edges of her indignity-]
I'm just kidding. You can lick me anytime and anywhere you want. :)
[Yes, somehow the smiley face translates through his powers.]
Henry pays no attention to the young woman who passes by. He slips his arm around Sprezzatura again and nestles them both near the corner of the veranda itself, hidden away but not quite.]
[ it still has her pulse jumping in her throat, but she can manage a kiss. it's not so strange for some couples to kiss in public, here and there. but she can't shake the need to be discreet—tucking her face in close against him as though trying to hide it from anyone walking by. ]
[He allows it, lets her hide against him as though it were some great capital offense that they're sharing a kiss in public. Maybe for some, or even most, there would be a hint of self-consciousness between them. Henry Creel lost that a long, long time ago.
That said, there's no reason to rush. No need to hurry. Going straight to "lewd" instead of "sweet" would probably settle unwell for her, and Henry doesn't care to do it, anyway. Instead, his arms go straight around her again, drawing her close. Cuddling-kissing.
They are spared of anyone gawking at the sight. It's about what Henry expected; no one cares about two people kissing, tucked away near a shop, when they're all so busy going about their daily routines. Waterdeep, for as long as he's been here, has always struck him in that way.]
Mm, by the way... I have something for you when we get home.
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probably because it feeds more than ego. ]
Bend over so I can lick you.
[ smooches HIS forehead. ]
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Sprezzatura… so very indecent, so soon.
[Bends forward. :) ]
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Takes it upon himself to just give her a real kiss on the lips, slow and warm, gathering snowflakes in his hair and lashes as he does. A bit of telepathy to file off the hard edges of her indignity-]
[Yes, somehow the smiley face translates through his powers.]
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Stop that!
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Stop what? Come on, let's get out of this snow.
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Humor me.
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[ and to that end, she also trots after him into the reprieve from the gentle snowfall. her heart is going a little bit faster now. ]
Every single day, it is humour Henry Creel his peculiarities.
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Oh? Then after this, we’ll do whatever you like. It’s only fair.
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[ little tailflick; she crosses her arms and glances aside as a young woman slips from the store and passes next to them on with her day. ]
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[Citation needed.
Henry pays no attention to the young woman who passes by. He slips his arm around Sprezzatura again and nestles them both near the corner of the veranda itself, hidden away but not quite.]
Anything to keep you happy.
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So, then...
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[He tilts her chin up to look at him, gentle.]
We’re just a couple enjoying themselves away from the crowd for now.
[Might as well start easy; no different from their time beneath the mistletoe. He dips down to kiss her.]
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That said, there's no reason to rush. No need to hurry. Going straight to "lewd" instead of "sweet" would probably settle unwell for her, and Henry doesn't care to do it, anyway. Instead, his arms go straight around her again, drawing her close. Cuddling-kissing.
They are spared of anyone gawking at the sight. It's about what Henry expected; no one cares about two people kissing, tucked away near a shop, when they're all so busy going about their daily routines. Waterdeep, for as long as he's been here, has always struck him in that way.]
Mm, by the way... I have something for you when we get home.
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Mmh... [ the snow on her lashes is melting, clinging to them ] What sort of thing?
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A gift. Something for you to look forward to when we get back.
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she stiffens against him. ]
Henry!
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What?
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Don't touch my tail like this.
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I thought you liked it.
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