[They did have far better things to talk about than old and ugly pasts.
Illarion echoes the other man's smile; he can't see it, but hearing it-- Ah, it's a heady thing to be desired. (As he remembers, anyway. The actual feeling is transient; slips through his grasp like fog. But maybe--)]
Yes, I think I can. Where did I leave off?
[Then he blinks, as in pleasant surprise.]
If you are offering, I would take a cup. It has been too long since last I had one.
[No one else in the Knights Pariah would bother and tea wasn't a solo drink.]
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Illarion echoes the other man's smile; he can't see it, but hearing it-- Ah, it's a heady thing to be desired. (As he remembers, anyway. The actual feeling is transient; slips through his grasp like fog. But maybe--)]
Yes, I think I can. Where did I leave off?
[Then he blinks, as in pleasant surprise.]
If you are offering, I would take a cup. It has been too long since last I had one.
[No one else in the Knights Pariah would bother and tea wasn't a solo drink.]