[ He listens to whatever it is that she's doing now, just aware that she's pulled away completely again and is moving things, and then - oh, okay, yes, that's definitely. That's a thing. He's okay with that thing. His body sort of does that thing that cats do when they just get longer and longer as you pick them up, but she had mostly gotten that length to appear anyway (wow could that sentence have sounded worse jfc), so there's not a whole lot of difference. It's just more obvious now, more difficult to let his muscles lose their tension, if only because they disagree when he tells them that they should.
She is, of course, also not helping. He can feel her proximity and the heat of her even before she tastes him, but it doesn't do a whole lot more than mitigate the jump in his reaction, the hitch in his breath. It's been more difficult to use part of his lungs with his arms up, is difficult sometimes anyway, and even more effort now, so it's predominately his diaphragm and lower lobes doing all the work, which makes it look sort of like he's trying to breathe through his stomach. Or maybe his liver. That would be hilarious. He's been trying to breathe with his liver for years now. Either way. She asked him a question, right? Sort of. She told him to do something, anyway. He ought to get started. ]
First it was fine. [ In his opinion. Ransom paid, he went back home, he doesn't actually remember too much about it, which in his mind means that there wasn't anything important to remember. ] Less impressed as it kept happening. More negative.
uh huh
She is, of course, also not helping. He can feel her proximity and the heat of her even before she tastes him, but it doesn't do a whole lot more than mitigate the jump in his reaction, the hitch in his breath. It's been more difficult to use part of his lungs with his arms up, is difficult sometimes anyway, and even more effort now, so it's predominately his diaphragm and lower lobes doing all the work, which makes it look sort of like he's trying to breathe through his stomach. Or maybe his liver. That would be hilarious. He's been trying to breathe with his liver for years now. Either way. She asked him a question, right? Sort of. She told him to do something, anyway. He ought to get started. ]
First it was fine. [ In his opinion. Ransom paid, he went back home, he doesn't actually remember too much about it, which in his mind means that there wasn't anything important to remember. ] Less impressed as it kept happening. More negative.