The white sheep of the family
Laughing outright, Loren grinned. "Would you like me to stop?" He winked at Weaver, words entirely playful.
However, he sighed at her question. "I don't know. That I'm an irredeemable mess, probably?" He shook his head. "The number of people, and beings, who think I only make poor life decisions and who wouldn't mind at all if I just disappeared is honestly staggering." However, he gave her a chagrined look, knowing full well how much he was whining about that.
For a moment after they broke off the kiss, he studied her features, a question lurking in his eyes. Then the conversation moved on, and he let the moment pass, though not without a twinge of regret. "Yeah but that was when I thought you were going to be doing extra work, not when I thought I might have to." He smirked at her unapologetically.
"Maybe hold off on the compliments until you've actually tested out my theory." Spreading his arms invitingly, he leaned forward just a hair. "Just tell me where you want them." He matched her tone, taking a sip from his cider as he met her gaze squarely.
Narrowing his eyes in more mock annoyance, he pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Rude." He sniffed overly dramatically. "Good luck getting more scones if you tickle me." However, amusement danced in his eyes.
"Gods help me. Though I think I've already hit my quota on divine intervention for the season." He grinned. "Guess I just have to rely on my winning personality." Tone entirely self-deprecating, he just took another long drink of the cider.
However, he sighed at her question. "I don't know. That I'm an irredeemable mess, probably?" He shook his head. "The number of people, and beings, who think I only make poor life decisions and who wouldn't mind at all if I just disappeared is honestly staggering." However, he gave her a chagrined look, knowing full well how much he was whining about that.
For a moment after they broke off the kiss, he studied her features, a question lurking in his eyes. Then the conversation moved on, and he let the moment pass, though not without a twinge of regret. "Yeah but that was when I thought you were going to be doing extra work, not when I thought I might have to." He smirked at her unapologetically.
"Maybe hold off on the compliments until you've actually tested out my theory." Spreading his arms invitingly, he leaned forward just a hair. "Just tell me where you want them." He matched her tone, taking a sip from his cider as he met her gaze squarely.
Narrowing his eyes in more mock annoyance, he pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Rude." He sniffed overly dramatically. "Good luck getting more scones if you tickle me." However, amusement danced in his eyes.
"Gods help me. Though I think I've already hit my quota on divine intervention for the season." He grinned. "Guess I just have to rely on my winning personality." Tone entirely self-deprecating, he just took another long drink of the cider.
Will blood tell
