[Interesting. Niles tones down his lewdness around Azura, relegating a reference to a masochist's emission as blood, alone. He decides not to needle and press, though a realm Niles actually does find uncomfortable is tantalizing.
A voice, that is his own but sounds like Myr's, gently chides. You're better than that, amatus.
He clears his throat, and continues his work, trying to ignore what sounds like a pleasure signal from the chimera. He wipes again, cuts again, checks his runes; he's a damn artist, and Niles has to appreciate it. Anyone in his position would.]
It's taking well.
[Brisk, unsurprised.]
You'll want to test it straightaway when it's finished, I expect.
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A voice, that is his own but sounds like Myr's, gently chides. You're better than that, amatus.
He clears his throat, and continues his work, trying to ignore what sounds like a pleasure signal from the chimera. He wipes again, cuts again, checks his runes; he's a damn artist, and Niles has to appreciate it. Anyone in his position would.]
It's taking well.
[Brisk, unsurprised.]
You'll want to test it straightaway when it's finished, I expect.