[ At first, he thinks she's making a sexual advance. Uncharacteristically bold for her, but still more expected than what she actually does. He's been touched hundreds of times by hundreds of people, but rarely without an end goal of sexual gratification; the feeling of being touched chastely, without ulterior motive, is altogether foreign. His arms swing uselessly at his sides, uncertain of their job. He is so very practiced at nearly every physical touch, but a simple hug throws him for a loop.
His incompetence here exposes him. He finally places his hands on hers, all bravado as he rubs her hand with his thumb. ]
Yes, well, the first thing I'll do when we make it to Baldur's Gate is a shopping spree.
[ With, perhaps, ill-gotten coin, but sweet Nepione doesn't need to know that. ]
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His incompetence here exposes him. He finally places his hands on hers, all bravado as he rubs her hand with his thumb. ]
Yes, well, the first thing I'll do when we make it to Baldur's Gate is a shopping spree.
[ With, perhaps, ill-gotten coin, but sweet Nepione doesn't need to know that. ]