She feels a funny, unexpected little spark of warmth. Maybe he's fucking teasing her, but it means more than she might want it to, the idea that she might be, in any small part, a reason for him to get better. ]
Yeah? Is that what you think I've been honing my skill for, all these centuries? [ With a mild, almost gentle wryness: ] So I can amuse you when you finally get your crippled ass up out of bed?
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She feels a funny, unexpected little spark of warmth. Maybe he's fucking teasing her, but it means more than she might want it to, the idea that she might be, in any small part, a reason for him to get better. ]
Yeah? Is that what you think I've been honing my skill for, all these centuries? [ With a mild, almost gentle wryness: ] So I can amuse you when you finally get your crippled ass up out of bed?