[ Naturally, he notices the stares. The people's eyes that linger or the ones that try hard to be indiscreet, gazes flicking up from their phones. Of course, he also knows what this looks like. Their pace isn't hurried, borders on sensual, like they have a lot of time on their hands. Or they're drawing something out, a slow simmer underneath the skin.
No one would assume business, only pleasure.
Morrigan's lips are nearly pressed to his cheek, the words a hum he feels more than hears. The corner of his mouth quirks up as they pass the doorman. ]
My mom raised me right.
[ Is that too personal a detail? Or just an answer to fill the space of "yes"? Up to the other to decide.
He reaches for the door then, holding it open for Morrigan before following and heading for the elevators. From there it's a quick trip, up twelve floors and down a hall, soft carpeting muffling their steps. Arthur keys open the hotel room, lets Morrigan in first; when the door shuts with a mechanically softened click, he doesn't drop the act, not really. It's the first time in a while he's felt this comfortable playing up the side that likes people. ]
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No one would assume business, only pleasure.
Morrigan's lips are nearly pressed to his cheek, the words a hum he feels more than hears. The corner of his mouth quirks up as they pass the doorman. ]
My mom raised me right.
[ Is that too personal a detail? Or just an answer to fill the space of "yes"? Up to the other to decide.
He reaches for the door then, holding it open for Morrigan before following and heading for the elevators. From there it's a quick trip, up twelve floors and down a hall, soft carpeting muffling their steps. Arthur keys open the hotel room, lets Morrigan in first; when the door shuts with a mechanically softened click, he doesn't drop the act, not really. It's the first time in a while he's felt this comfortable playing up the side that likes people. ]
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