[ Because there he is, his pants around his knees and a pillow covering his crotch, and Elle is talking about his tattoo? Emery blinks owlishly before glancing down towards his thigh. ]
Oh! Right. It's a dragon.
[ Dumb, Em. She probably got a good look at it when he was stripping away his shame in front of her. He clears his throat, looking anywhere but in Elle's direction; ]
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[ Okay, that throws him. ]
... What?
[ Because there he is, his pants around his knees and a pillow covering his crotch, and Elle is talking about his tattoo? Emery blinks owlishly before glancing down towards his thigh. ]
Oh! Right. It's a dragon.
[ Dumb, Em. She probably got a good look at it when he was stripping away his shame in front of her. He clears his throat, looking anywhere but in Elle's direction; ]
Do you need something?