[Sorrel grins right back as he finds his balance, but despite the relative stability neither of them seem quite willing to let go. It's not as if there's any need for it, after all, except to push a wet hair off of one ear with one hand.]
Oh no, the hardship. How shall I survive such indignity?
[He said, smiling all the while, already turning to settle in a reverse of their earlier pose, and to allow Adasse free reign to pull him exactly as far-- or as close-- as he pleased, for the purposes.]
Am I going to smell like a fruit bowl or a flower after this?
[Secretly, he likes the idea of Adasse picking out scents for him, making him... pretty, somehow. Dressed up, in small ways, marked for Adasse, if that makes sense enough. But also, Sorrel can't be seen not to object to smelling Orlesian, whatever the context.]
no subject
[Sorrel grins right back as he finds his balance, but despite the relative stability neither of them seem quite willing to let go. It's not as if there's any need for it, after all, except to push a wet hair off of one ear with one hand.]
Oh no, the hardship. How shall I survive such indignity?
[He said, smiling all the while, already turning to settle in a reverse of their earlier pose, and to allow Adasse free reign to pull him exactly as far-- or as close-- as he pleased, for the purposes.]
Am I going to smell like a fruit bowl or a flower after this?
[Secretly, he likes the idea of Adasse picking out scents for him, making him... pretty, somehow. Dressed up, in small ways, marked for Adasse, if that makes sense enough. But also, Sorrel can't be seen not to object to smelling Orlesian, whatever the context.]