If anything, Nyx looks like a deer caught in a hunter's sights, stilling like a wild creature about to bolt beneath Laurent's light touch. What is he supposed to say? How should he respond? Heady desire, duty, and some remaining scrap of propriety have a quick tussle in his head, with no clear winner.
When in doubt, try to turn it into a joke. Nyx manages something like an approximation of a chuckle, quirking a brow up at Laurent.
"If you wanted to practice kissing, Your-- Laurent, you know you have better options than the court's resident unwashed barbarian, don't you?"
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If anything, Nyx looks like a deer caught in a hunter's sights, stilling like a wild creature about to bolt beneath Laurent's light touch. What is he supposed to say? How should he respond? Heady desire, duty, and some remaining scrap of propriety have a quick tussle in his head, with no clear winner.
When in doubt, try to turn it into a joke. Nyx manages something like an approximation of a chuckle, quirking a brow up at Laurent.
"If you wanted to practice kissing, Your-- Laurent, you know you have better options than the court's resident unwashed barbarian, don't you?"