Tasteless [OPEN]

Lucas couldn't resist - her quick comment brought a rich laugh bubbling up in his chest, the Ascended offering her a crooked grin and shrugging, like she had caught him out. "You are right not to believe it," he assured her. "Right on both accounts, indeed. I am quite accomplished at being nefarious, if I do say so myself. And at preventing frostbite, apparently. How do you feel?" If she didn't stop him, he would take her hands once more to clasp them between his own, before lifting them gently towards her lips. "Blow," he advised, with no small amount of amused innuendo. "The warm air will do them good." He inclined his head to her politely as she gave her name, storing it away for the future. "Lily," he repeated softly. "Is there any part of you that isn't beautiful, I wonder? And I concur about the orgasms. There have been remarkably few, to say so many are cooped up together." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk