It's still wonderfully entertaining to here Evan making suggestive comments now, the air of innocent fluster that had drawn Meallan to him initially still there and making the implications rather more heady for the elf. He's fairly certain it's something that will always send a thrill through him, hearing Evan give voice to anything suggestive, and he can't help but feel a bit pleased with himself for encouraging him to open to that side of himself.
The brush of Evan's finger against his own gets an immediate smile as well, his hand turning to catch Evan's and lace their fingers together, something else that still delights him to have and be able to share now, especially considering all it had taken for them to reach this point. He'd like very much to kiss Evan now as well, but it risks distracting them from their other, rather attractive and iridescent goal and he'd rather not make Laedo feel so uncomfortable that he leaves. So he simply keeps a hold of Evan's hand until they're close, only letting go to trail his fingers admiringly over the asandus' skin (and wondering a little how sensitive it is in turn).
"I think I have to agree with Evan," he murmurs, and while the younger man's voice had carried a note of suggestion, Meallan's practically purrs with something that's so suggestive it's all but an outright proposition.
"I'd never consider turning down a chance like this either." Grinning a bit wolfishly, he turns and bends, offering a foothold for Evan. "After you, ma'lath."
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Date: 2016-12-12 12:43 pm (UTC)The brush of Evan's finger against his own gets an immediate smile as well, his hand turning to catch Evan's and lace their fingers together, something else that still delights him to have and be able to share now, especially considering all it had taken for them to reach this point. He'd like very much to kiss Evan now as well, but it risks distracting them from their other, rather attractive and iridescent goal and he'd rather not make Laedo feel so uncomfortable that he leaves. So he simply keeps a hold of Evan's hand until they're close, only letting go to trail his fingers admiringly over the asandus' skin (and wondering a little how sensitive it is in turn).
"I think I have to agree with Evan," he murmurs, and while the younger man's voice had carried a note of suggestion, Meallan's practically purrs with something that's so suggestive it's all but an outright proposition.
"I'd never consider turning down a chance like this either." Grinning a bit wolfishly, he turns and bends, offering a foothold for Evan. "After you, ma'lath."