Dean: Incubus, mage. Amused at the love at first sight that his party is going through.
"It is so tiny," Atha exclaims, as he goes closer to the terrarium. "Look at its button nose!"
The turtle hides in its shell, as he presses his nose to the glass.
"I want one of those for myself," he says. I chuckle at that.
"Are you sure about that? I mean, we are going to be on the road, most of the time," I say. He turns to pout at me.
"Come on," he whines. I can think about a couple of things he can whine about. All have to do with my hardening member. It is just that, watching him bend over the glass, his ass exposed, the fabric of his shirt getting all rolled up. Mm...
"Are you in horny land again?" Augustine asks. Honestly, why can't I get some respect from them all?
"It is my preferred vacation spot," I tell him with a wink. Allan shifts in his seat. I think he wants to huff at us because we are disturbing his reading, but doesn't have the confidence to. "Sorry, Allan."
