our sins are washed away
Raising an eyebrow right back at Milo, Saiden smirked. "An' if I told ye that ye could do anythin' ye wanted to me? Would that change yer answer?" Spreading his free hand across his chest, he traced it down his body, following the trail of hairs towards his groin.
"Aye, that I will." Grinning, he nodded at his fellow smuggler. The cook hoisted the box he was carrying up slightly higher. "That works for me. I'll be seeing ye, hopefully sooner rather than later." With that, he gave a little wave. Then he turned on his heel and started making his way through the crowds so he could drop off the package and shower just like the other man had suggested.
"Aye, that I will." Grinning, he nodded at his fellow smuggler. The cook hoisted the box he was carrying up slightly higher. "That works for me. I'll be seeing ye, hopefully sooner rather than later." With that, he gave a little wave. Then he turned on his heel and started making his way through the crowds so he could drop off the package and shower just like the other man had suggested.
