[He has half a mind to have an opinion about that, but then Adasse settles in and starts washing his hair and...
Well, fuck it.
So instead, Sorrel hums a noncomittal agreement, and for the moment makes no argument, only letting his head be tilted this way and that by the pleasant pressure of Adasse's fingertips. This... This is truly the most decadent experience a person can have, and Sorrel finds that he can't really muster the desire to really argue. Not about the relative pleasantness of Sage certainly, and not about... about whatever the hell else he's talking about right now. Nothing is important except for this.]
Mnngh. But how come... if you're the dirty... I get washed? [He might have missed a word or two in there, but Sorrel is sure Adasse will find a way to bridge the gaps.] S'nice, though.
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Well, fuck it.
So instead, Sorrel hums a noncomittal agreement, and for the moment makes no argument, only letting his head be tilted this way and that by the pleasant pressure of Adasse's fingertips. This... This is truly the most decadent experience a person can have, and Sorrel finds that he can't really muster the desire to really argue. Not about the relative pleasantness of Sage certainly, and not about... about whatever the hell else he's talking about right now. Nothing is important except for this.]
Mnngh. But how come... if you're the dirty... I get washed? [He might have missed a word or two in there, but Sorrel is sure Adasse will find a way to bridge the gaps.] S'nice, though.