“You offered, I know I can wash my own balls, been doing it for thirty plus years.” He says, “Is the offer still available?” He tease but he did smirk. “I mean, I can pretend I’m asleep and you know…” He wiggles his eyebrows.
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Hilda's eyebrows both rose, a small smirk on her lips. "Estinien, you're *impossible*. Fine, get comfy so you can pretend you're asleep." She snickers, removing herself from his chest and sitting up. "I knew you were into scales."
"I'm impossible? Says the one that is wearing my shit because someone decided to drink an odd drink." He says as he while slightly moving a bit to lay down fully and faked a yawn. "Oh stop the rubbish. If you were an Elezen, Miqo'te, or a Viera, I would still be into you."
"Excuse you, *Ser* Estinien. I was wearing your shit before that already. 'S not my bloody fault your shirts smell like you." She snapped back, a wide smile showing up on her lips followed by a laugh after his next comment.
"Even if I was a wyrm?" Hilda snickered as she snuggled against him as she+
usually would when they were sleeping in the same bed.
"Now, you're *asleep*. So hands off me while I treat you and no more talking." The Au Ri whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss against it. Her hand shifted onto his chest, tracing every muscle and scar that came across her fingertips,+
“Oh we speaking formalities now?” He groans. He is tired of the *Sers’* He hears it way too much in one day. “I’m surprised you don’t sleep bare. The bed smells like me as well.” He says as a matter-of-factly. Even so, he rolled his eyes at her question. “I don’t know, you’re pushing your luck.” +
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"Even if I was a wyrm?" Hilda snickered as she snuggled against him as she+
"Now, you're *asleep*. So hands off me while I treat you and no more talking." The Au Ri whispered into his ear before pressing a kiss against it. Her hand shifted onto his chest, tracing every muscle and scar that came across her fingertips,+