Allowing himself a moment to readjust his balance (and kilt) once she climbs off of his lap, he glances over to the bed, then looks at her.
"Finding it is not a problem," he 'assures' her, teasing right back. He stands, stretching (a glorious stretch that feels good in so many places through his body) his arms out above his head. "But I am no beast that would simply assume I was allowed."
But since she has seemingly already given him 'permission'...he moves to it, and flops down casually as gracefully as a sunburnt, winged creature such as himself can manage to do so.
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Date: 2024-03-23 09:37 pm (UTC)"Finding it is not a problem," he 'assures' her, teasing right back. He stands, stretching (a glorious stretch that feels good in so many places through his body) his arms out above his head. "But I am no beast that would simply assume I was allowed."
But since she has seemingly already given him 'permission'...he moves to it, and flops down casually as gracefully as a sunburnt, winged creature such as himself can manage to do so.