"And it would be rude of me not to share my bed, if my master's son wished it." The statement set the pit of his stomach into a free fall, fear and pain disguising the want he knew and hated beneath. But it was a game, at its core, a game against an opponent who was complex, but not as strong as he could be. It was a game that, despite how he loathed it, intrigued him.
He shifted, sliding from the table with a cautious agility, a mere pantomime of true grace. Adam's move.
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Date: 2007-12-11 09:20 pm (UTC)He shifted, sliding from the table with a cautious agility, a mere pantomime of true grace. Adam's move.