[ A low laugh hums in his throat, even as his head tilts back to bare that vulnerability too. It is a shit angle. The accommodating bend of his knee does nothing to help matters, either — but they're not apprentices relegated to balancing acts in awkward alcoves any longer.
A decision is made; a heated murmur near his ear, and a touch sliding greedily round the back of his neck to the midline, to keep Isaac near as he takes a reluctant step back, ] Follow me?
[ Convenient, that there isn't more furniture in this room after all: a destination, and not much to trip over along the way. ]
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A decision is made; a heated murmur near his ear, and a touch sliding greedily round the back of his neck to the midline, to keep Isaac near as he takes a reluctant step back, ] Follow me?
[ Convenient, that there isn't more furniture in this room after all: a destination, and not much to trip over along the way. ]