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[captainkink]

[for my into darkness needs]

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[captainkink]

[smiles]

[trickor]

[chuckles, letting his eyes shut]

Your eyes are stunning, Captain. I suppose you really are feeling better.

[captainkink]

My eyes?

[trickor]

Problem?

[captainkink]

Not at all.

You think my eyes are pretty?

[trickor]

They are very bright.

[captainkink]

I know. It's unusual, even for most humans.

[trickor]

[chuckles]

Like the seas of Alfheim, lit by the stars, the stones from deep within the dwarven mines that burn without flame.

[captainkink]

Wow.

[trickor]

[laughs helplessly, sincerely amused]

[captainkink]

That was beautiful.

[trickor]

You cannot actually be so simple to please, so easily flattered?

[but smug anyway]

[captainkink]

What was simple about that?

Most people don't bother. We usually skip foreplay.

[trickor]

It seems to me we've nothing but.

[captainkink]

Camp blows that way.

[trickor]

Well, yes.

[captainkink]

But it's new. People complimenting me.

[trickor]

[blink]

You lie, surely.

[captainkink]

No?

[trickor]

I refuse to believe it.

[captainkink]

[laughs]

I was a repeat offender. I was in jail a couple of times.

[trickor]

How has that any bearing on your lack of compliments?

[captainkink]

It has plenty to do with it. Either I was written off or treated like being pretty means I lack brains.

[trickor]

But you don't. Did you simply...allow them to think that way of you?

[captainkink]

Yeah, I let them think whatever they want.