our sins are washed away
Saiden barked out a laugh at Milo's question. "I got eyes, don't I? Yer cute, competent, and confident. What's not to like?" Smirking a bit, the cook arched an eyebrow at his fellow smuggler's refusal. "Aye? Why's that?" The Hali grinned, not put off so easily.
"Good to know." Glancing back at the tunnel, he noted the last of the signs that had led them out and into the port. Glancing back at the other man, Saiden winked. "Does that mean I get to see ye again?" His gaze traveled over Milo's body before flicking back up to meet the younger man's eyes. "An' what would ye consider a proper thank you?"
"Good to know." Glancing back at the tunnel, he noted the last of the signs that had led them out and into the port. Glancing back at the other man, Saiden winked. "Does that mean I get to see ye again?" His gaze traveled over Milo's body before flicking back up to meet the younger man's eyes. "An' what would ye consider a proper thank you?"
