Puck wonders idly if Havelock shall run him through if he surprises him, but then takes a gamble that Havelock himself is aware of this possibility and shall take pains to avoid it. He flickers close, close enough to be safe from the compass of any errant blade, though he's still hiding himself from mortal view.
(Havelock, by now, can undoubtedly tell he's there anyway.)
He laughs softly and puts a hand to Havelock's chest, pushing insistently towards the nearest wall and seeking out his lips for a kiss.
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That's handy, right at this moment.
Puck wonders idly if Havelock shall run him through if he surprises him, but then takes a gamble that Havelock himself is aware of this possibility and shall take pains to avoid it. He flickers close, close enough to be safe from the compass of any errant blade, though he's still hiding himself from mortal view.
(Havelock, by now, can undoubtedly tell he's there anyway.)
He laughs softly and puts a hand to Havelock's chest, pushing insistently towards the nearest wall and seeking out his lips for a kiss.