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Kael didn’t need the potion to tell her what he was asking; what she did need was some way to tell her if she wanted to agree to his proposition.
“Maybe not tonight?” she offered, hoping that would go over as she meant it.
From the rueful look on his face, probably not.
“I just moved in here,” she tried. “And I don’t even know where everything is yet. In a week – next Yorday? – I’ll have drinks to offer you that aren’t potion reagents.” Continue reading
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He wasn’t quite sure what to do with that permission, but, after considering it, he decided to split his hour three ways and do the three things that Timaios had suggested.
Twenty minutes in the gym wasn’t much, but it was enough for him to feel a pleasant burn in his shoulders and chest. It was nice to not have to rush, to not be looking over his shoulder. He could be here. He had permission; his Owner had told him to do it. He could do anything here he wanted.
He spent the next twenty minutes lying on his back, down to his underwear (he had considered stripping naked and then, thinking of the number of people who worked for Timaios and decided not being naked was probably better). The sun was warm on his skin, and he wondered what his actual color looked like. Continue reading