[The thing about being this close and making Nyx laugh, is the fact that he could hear it rumble through his chest, the puff of air from the exhale of laughter brushing against his hair. Goosebumps breaking across the small of his back and the nape of his neck again, he has to suppress the shiver because that would be obvious, and he was sober enough to be aware of that much.]
It could be a crime. I'm not the Crownsguard or anything, but I am in tight with the prince you know.
[A cheeky sort of tone of his own. As hungry as he felt, he wanted to enjoy his chest a little longer if he can.]
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It could be a crime. I'm not the Crownsguard or anything, but I am in tight with the prince you know.
[A cheeky sort of tone of his own. As hungry as he felt, he wanted to enjoy his chest a little longer if he can.]