[Something has definitely gotten into him. Paul might say it was the wine, or, if he were voicing this particular thought aloud, he might even say Kaworu, with an upward sweep of his eyebrows to make his double meaning plain.
He chooses a more direct route, blowing a cool stream of air across freshly wetted tender skin.]
Who better to look after me when I get into trouble than someone who knows all about it?
cw: vaguely nsfw
He chooses a more direct route, blowing a cool stream of air across freshly wetted tender skin.]
Who better to look after me when I get into trouble than someone who knows all about it?