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Puck does not stagger downstairs. He ambles. There is a difference.

He also is not wearing a shirt.

He also has a bottle of absinthe drawn on his back.

The fae ambles over to the bar and drops his head onto the countertop.

Oddly enough, he may have had a few absinthe hallucinations last night.

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Of course that's not a purr.

Move along.

Havelock sips his coffee in a manner that says of course not, and keeps on. If it's a distraction from the hangover, then why not?

Puck nuzzles Havelock's shoulder a little.

Innocently.

Havelock smiles in a faint, distracted kind of way.

But there's still gentle stroking.

"Are you terribly busy today, Havelock?" he murmurs.

"Not terribly," the assassin says.

"Hmm."

That is a very meaningful "hmm."

Indeed.

"Indeed."

He looks up at him with innocent blue eyes.

"As for me, I hardly think I'll be spending much time on my feet."

Havelock blinks calmly.

"Oh."

Eyeroll.

"... Every time I attempt to be subtle, you have to spoil it."

"You assume that I require confirmation to have understood."

Slow smile.

Puck grins back.

"It is I who requires the confirmation. At times I fear I haven't yet corrupted you sufficiently."

Slight surprise.

"Really?"

He just smiles.

He just shrugs, and finishes his coffee.

Puck slides off his stool and presses a lingering kiss to Havelock's lips.

Then he saunters (much more steadily than before, thank-you-very-much) in the direction of the stairs.

Havelock calmly replaces his mug on the bartop and follows at a casual pace.

He's not completely oblivious, people.

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