'Lord forbid we come across anyone else who needs help,' Gabe agreed, straight-faced. 'If I didn't know any better, Skulduggery, I'd think you wanted to monopolise all my time.'
"It sometimes ended well," Dexter mumbled in the manner of someone only barely paying any attention at all. Only because Erskine had magic hands, of course. "Mostly when we were the ones sharing the tent." He might have gone on, but that's when Valkyrie cut in. He didn't mean to, but he tensed up and then hissed when Erskine's fingers hit hard muscle.
"Ow," he said muffled into the armrest, and forced himself to relax again.
He didn't really want to talk about the wedding. It was too soon. It had been a century and it was still too soon. He just wasn't sure whether to feel angry or glad that Corrival had no such compunctions about talking, because on one hand he didn't want to hear it and on the other it meant he could but didn't have to talk about it himself.
"Ah, the wedding," Corrival sighed, sinking back into his chair. He wasn't exactly prone to smirking, but there was definitely something approaching a smirk on his face. "The wedding of the century. I officiated, of course, as the commanding officer. If I recall, Rover asked Anton first, but Anton declined on account of Rover being too much of a cuddler. Dex was his second choice. Just how did the proposal go, Ravel? I don't remember being there."
no subject
"It sometimes ended well," Dexter mumbled in the manner of someone only barely paying any attention at all. Only because Erskine had magic hands, of course. "Mostly when we were the ones sharing the tent." He might have gone on, but that's when Valkyrie cut in. He didn't mean to, but he tensed up and then hissed when Erskine's fingers hit hard muscle.
"Ow," he said muffled into the armrest, and forced himself to relax again.
He didn't really want to talk about the wedding. It was too soon. It had been a century and it was still too soon. He just wasn't sure whether to feel angry or glad that Corrival had no such compunctions about talking, because on one hand he didn't want to hear it and on the other it meant he could but didn't have to talk about it himself.
"Ah, the wedding," Corrival sighed, sinking back into his chair. He wasn't exactly prone to smirking, but there was definitely something approaching a smirk on his face. "The wedding of the century. I officiated, of course, as the commanding officer. If I recall, Rover asked Anton first, but Anton declined on account of Rover being too much of a cuddler. Dex was his second choice. Just how did the proposal go, Ravel? I don't remember being there."