[pleasantly overdramatic, Tek sighs and shrugs. he's happy to give him this one. notary scribe indeed...] You caught me.
[and he doesn't drag out the next round. as he leans forward again, to tug off his own pretty black stocking, he peers over and asks as if it's a small, nothing question--]
no subject
[and he doesn't drag out the next round. as he leans forward again, to tug off his own pretty black stocking, he peers over and asks as if it's a small, nothing question--]
What do you want?