[ He tries to make Cayde's work easier, but his balance is off enough that it takes him three tries to even get enough momentum going to get his leg the rest of the way over Cayde's lap. He does take an immense amount of pleasure in how the rainwater in what's left of his leg armor seeps into Cayde's clothing as he settles on top of him, knees planted on the table, and his palm glides across the gap of his cheek and up under the hood he's still got up. ]
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What, you want a prize?