[ He's already warmer than he'd been minutes ago. His toes, now free of the chill of his socks, tingle as heat returns to them. It's not much movement, but compared to the inebriated sprawl from before it's enough that a slight flush colours his cheeks pink when he sits back again. ]
You're trying to take me to bed. [ Said flatly, knowingly, despite knowing that it's not Cayde's intent in suggesting it. His palms feel cold when he plants them against Cayde's chest, so he skims them down his front until his own thighs block any further progress. He frowns. ] Didn't even buy me dinner.
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You're trying to take me to bed. [ Said flatly, knowingly, despite knowing that it's not Cayde's intent in suggesting it. His palms feel cold when he plants them against Cayde's chest, so he skims them down his front until his own thighs block any further progress. He frowns. ] Didn't even buy me dinner.