[ He was wondering if she'd shrink the snake and keep it with the rest of her living collection, but then it dissipates into a cloud of butterflies. That answers that.
He rests his hand lightly on her waist. The ear gives a little flick. They're not quite a part of him; she could pull one off if she wanted and stick it back on. Still, they're a little more responsive, a little more natural, than years past—and he can somewhat feel it when she touches one. Which. That's an unintended side effect, frankly, but here they are.
He will not be making any comment on whether he likes it.
His fingers curl around her wrist. She smells sweet as always. ] You didn't seem to mind my lack of them the other night.
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He rests his hand lightly on her waist. The ear gives a little flick. They're not quite a part of him; she could pull one off if she wanted and stick it back on. Still, they're a little more responsive, a little more natural, than years past—and he can somewhat feel it when she touches one. Which. That's an unintended side effect, frankly, but here they are.
He will not be making any comment on whether he likes it.
His fingers curl around her wrist. She smells sweet as always. ] You didn't seem to mind my lack of them the other night.