[He always gets a little stupid after Adrian drinks from him; this is no exception. All of a sudden he's acutely conscious of the fingers in his hair, the arm supporting him. If he had less pride, he might just give in to the temptation and swoon like a bodice ripper heroine, but — well, he's got to have some standards, and besides, Adrian is off and working again.
His other glove slides off, and this time the ink isn't in the form of letters, but rather a small, precise drawing. A bit of art for flavor and variety, a stylized bat with a heart drawn around it.]
Aw. No prize that time. Still, you've got a lot more to go...
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[He always gets a little stupid after Adrian drinks from him; this is no exception. All of a sudden he's acutely conscious of the fingers in his hair, the arm supporting him. If he had less pride, he might just give in to the temptation and swoon like a bodice ripper heroine, but — well, he's got to have some standards, and besides, Adrian is off and working again.
His other glove slides off, and this time the ink isn't in the form of letters, but rather a small, precise drawing. A bit of art for flavor and variety, a stylized bat with a heart drawn around it.]
Aw. No prize that time. Still, you've got a lot more to go...