[Really, he doesn't even expect Vergilius to know any poetry off the cuff, but it's a nice idea.
The suggestion makes him snort.]
Gotta be a new low for this place. Locking people inside until they fornicate. Should've at least did us a favor with some modicum of supplies, but I guess they at least gave us a bed.
[There's a brief pause, and he leans in closer. Not that he needs to whisper anything, but he wouldn't mind teasing Vergilius like this too: settling up to murmur in his ear.]
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[Really, he doesn't even expect Vergilius to know any poetry off the cuff, but it's a nice idea.
The suggestion makes him snort.]
Gotta be a new low for this place. Locking people inside until they fornicate. Should've at least did us a favor with some modicum of supplies, but I guess they at least gave us a bed.
[There's a brief pause, and he leans in closer. Not that he needs to whisper anything, but he wouldn't mind teasing Vergilius like this too: settling up to murmur in his ear.]
I don't have a gag reflex, by the way.
[He nips at his earlobe.]