Mictain was startled at Raphael's words -- not that he let it show, of course. Could the healer truly mean what he thought he did? He had thought it would be impossible for him to get any harder, but he was being proved wrong at the very moment.
Several possible responses flew through his mind, everything from, 'Hell yeah,' to, 'Are you sure you're ready for that?' However, he forced himself to forget such things. He had to be sure he'd understood right; he wasn't about to let what little understanding he'd managed to form with the healer to be messed up because he misinterpreted the other's words.
However, he did let his hand abandon Raphael's lovely lenght and creep a bit downwards, brushing lightly against the healer's inner thigh. "And what would it involve, then?" he asked quietly, masking his voice as calm while one half of him was a nervous wreck in the inside. (The other half, of course, was currently throwing a party, being absolutely sure it was right about what Raphael had meant.)
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Several possible responses flew through his mind, everything from, 'Hell yeah,' to, 'Are you sure you're ready for that?' However, he forced himself to forget such things. He had to be sure he'd understood right; he wasn't about to let what little understanding he'd managed to form with the healer to be messed up because he misinterpreted the other's words.
However, he did let his hand abandon Raphael's lovely lenght and creep a bit downwards, brushing lightly against the healer's inner thigh. "And what would it involve, then?" he asked quietly, masking his voice as calm while one half of him was a nervous wreck in the inside. (The other half, of course, was currently throwing a party, being absolutely sure it was right about what Raphael had meant.)