[For a moment through the Crimson Curse and his horrible instincts, he nearly freezes at the contact. That Illarion was suddenly so, so warm, so alive. It brings such a conflict of many things burning inside of the abomination as he yearns -- for his companionship, for his flesh, for his blood. Everything in him argues.
Once, for a moment, he falters, until the curse and beastliness takes him again.
Bigby pulls Illarion close as their hands clutch to one another.]
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Once, for a moment, he falters, until the curse and beastliness takes him again.
Bigby pulls Illarion close as their hands clutch to one another.]
And what would you give me, songbird?