[The way he drains this one is actually a lot faster than the previous one. He's almost ready to pour himself another, a frustrated frown to the weight on his shoulders as he leans an elbow on his knees, set a little too apart to adjust.
But he stops when she mentions wards. Usually a ward is set to repel, not attract. But with all the memories of her teeth scraped against his skin, the tightness of her fingers finding purchase in his hair--
He clears his throat. Once, twice. It could be that he had been entirely fooled by her and this is a very convenient ploy to get him to suffer, somehow.] What kind of wards?
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But he stops when she mentions wards. Usually a ward is set to repel, not attract. But with all the memories of her teeth scraped against his skin, the tightness of her fingers finding purchase in his hair--
He clears his throat. Once, twice. It could be that he had been entirely fooled by her and this is a very convenient ploy to get him to suffer, somehow.] What kind of wards?