His eyebrows raise. He wasn't expecting that. Truth be told, he was expecting her to be a lot more nervous than she appears. But he's glad she's not. That look on her face is interesting.
'Bossy mare,' he tells her, and crawls up onto the bed behind her, sprawling out on his back in his usual space-stealing way. He's completely unselfconscious, resting his head on one bent arm, though the other hand stays close to the family jewels. For no particular reason, just that a hand is never too far away from them at any given time. He is male, after all.
He watches her hair fall. He likes long hair on a woman. It makes them look feminine, reminds the world that there are prettier things in it than all the stinking blokes he spends every spare minute with. Sometimes it's nice to look at long blonde hair down a naked back, especially when the bird in question is about to get her knickers off.
He reaches out and catches a lock of it, runs it briefly between his fingers.
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'Bossy mare,' he tells her, and crawls up onto the bed behind her, sprawling out on his back in his usual space-stealing way. He's completely unselfconscious, resting his head on one bent arm, though the other hand stays close to the family jewels. For no particular reason, just that a hand is never too far away from them at any given time. He is male, after all.
He watches her hair fall. He likes long hair on a woman. It makes them look feminine, reminds the world that there are prettier things in it than all the stinking blokes he spends every spare minute with. Sometimes it's nice to look at long blonde hair down a naked back, especially when the bird in question is about to get her knickers off.
He reaches out and catches a lock of it, runs it briefly between his fingers.
'S'nice.'