[ It's funny— Claude knows that Iona is so much stronger than him, that she's an entity far beyond his reach, that she'll outlive him by decades and centuries. If he didn't want to hurt her, he probably should have played dumb.
But here she is. Glowing, with her hands braced on his shoulders. Happy.
It would be so easy to turn this situation on its head (he's twisted enough that he knows what to say, how to tank this and himself), but for once...
...he lets himself bask. Even if, you know.
He ruins it by being a smartass. ]
—Do try to slow down. I'm a gentleman, I'll have you know. [ A mock-sniff, as if she's actually offended his 19th century sensibilities. ] Slow and steady wins the race.
[ Says the man who's pressing another kiss to Iona's exposed collarbone. ]
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But here she is. Glowing, with her hands braced on his shoulders. Happy.
It would be so easy to turn this situation on its head (he's twisted enough that he knows what to say, how to tank this and himself), but for once...
...he lets himself bask. Even if, you know.
He ruins it by being a smartass. ]
—Do try to slow down. I'm a gentleman, I'll have you know. [ A mock-sniff, as if she's actually offended his 19th century sensibilities. ] Slow and steady wins the race.
[ Says the man who's pressing another kiss to Iona's exposed collarbone. ]