( and he does want to be fair even if he has to struggle not to smile again. he thinks he has an idea of what she might be hinting at but he doesn't want to give that away. instead, he nods and even bows his head, subservient.
playing a part in this little game that's started now. )
What would you like as collateral? If I can give it, I will.
( he sneaks a glance up at her but then bows his head again, arms still behind his back as he waits for her response. )
Oh, I'm not so sure that you have a choice, wanderer.
[ A remark that Lanfear utters with a sort of playful bite — the truth is that he does have the choice to refuse her, if he wishes it. If he wanted her gone from this room right in this moment, she would comply, would give him the freedom and the space he desires. But looking over him right now, she's all but certain that he doesn't want her to leave.
Slowly, she rises to stand from the bed, conscious of his height over her — so much taller than she is, she thinks to herself, and while Lews Therin may have lacked the same in stature, he still carried that same note of authority in his shoulders.
She stretches out a hand between them, her fingers securing a grip in one of the open halves of Rand's dark coat, and tugs ever so slightly, trying to draw him closer to her. ]
What if I told you I wanted you to warm my bed tonight?
( she tugs and he steps forwad, no stumble, as he tips his chin down to see her. he'd thought, when he'd started this, that he might see someone else when he looked at her but that hasn't happened.
and he's grateful. he wants that part of his life hidden, buried, gone.
this is who he is now.
at his sides, his hands twitch a bit like he wants to touch her, brush her hair back or hold her hip but he keeps still for the moment. he plays the little game with a small smile. )
I think I would be amenable to that. I think I could do more than warm it, in fact.
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( and he does want to be fair even if he has to struggle not to smile again. he thinks he has an idea of what she might be hinting at but he doesn't want to give that away. instead, he nods and even bows his head, subservient.
playing a part in this little game that's started now. )
What would you like as collateral? If I can give it, I will.
( he sneaks a glance up at her but then bows his head again, arms still behind his back as he waits for her response. )
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[ A remark that Lanfear utters with a sort of playful bite — the truth is that he does have the choice to refuse her, if he wishes it. If he wanted her gone from this room right in this moment, she would comply, would give him the freedom and the space he desires. But looking over him right now, she's all but certain that he doesn't want her to leave.
Slowly, she rises to stand from the bed, conscious of his height over her — so much taller than she is, she thinks to herself, and while Lews Therin may have lacked the same in stature, he still carried that same note of authority in his shoulders.
She stretches out a hand between them, her fingers securing a grip in one of the open halves of Rand's dark coat, and tugs ever so slightly, trying to draw him closer to her. ]
What if I told you I wanted you to warm my bed tonight?
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and he's grateful. he wants that part of his life hidden, buried, gone.
this is who he is now.
at his sides, his hands twitch a bit like he wants to touch her, brush her hair back or hold her hip but he keeps still for the moment. he plays the little game with a small smile. )
I think I would be amenable to that. I think I could do more than warm it, in fact.