[He's not shaming her, not a chance. But gods, there's some days he's kissed more men than that in twenty-four hours. If it really comes down to her husband, she certainly respects the sanctity of marriage more than most people he's ever met. The number of people he's slept with with rings still on their fingers is... reasonably high.]
Well. The world is your oyster, as they say.
[And is he ever happy to provide new experiences. He follows her inside, sliding the door back into place to cut off the gust of cold. When he turns to look around, his brows raise.
It's the cleanest, least stinking barn he's ever been in. Ah. The joys of fantasies.
With a laugh, he takes her hand.]
Phantasmal cows are rather polite neighbors, I imagine. [He appreciates her dedication to ensuring him they won't be interrupted, as if that's stopped him before.] May I take your coat, my lady?
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[He's not shaming her, not a chance. But gods, there's some days he's kissed more men than that in twenty-four hours. If it really comes down to her husband, she certainly respects the sanctity of marriage more than most people he's ever met. The number of people he's slept with with rings still on their fingers is... reasonably high.]
Well. The world is your oyster, as they say.
[And is he ever happy to provide new experiences. He follows her inside, sliding the door back into place to cut off the gust of cold. When he turns to look around, his brows raise.
It's the cleanest, least stinking barn he's ever been in. Ah. The joys of fantasies.
With a laugh, he takes her hand.]
Phantasmal cows are rather polite neighbors, I imagine. [He appreciates her dedication to ensuring him they won't be interrupted, as if that's stopped him before.] May I take your coat, my lady?