"I try not to make a habit of it, no," Tuo demurs with a droll smile and an incorrigible sparkle in his eye, clearly incapable of not injecting some levity into their conversation, and lifts his teacup for another sip. His free hand, which still rests on Dain's back, gently smooths across the fabric of his shirt before at last falling away. (With some hesitation, as though reluctant to lose that bit of physical contact between them.) Then, with more sincerity, "But I am very grateful that you were there, when it happened."
He peers at his tea, now mostly finished, and sets the cup down with a sigh. "As I still owe old Widow Lacy a third of a saga's recitation in exchange for firewood, I should be going."
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Don't read his thoughts, Lorne, it's very rude."...you did not ask to be harassed."
"I try not to make a habit of it, no," Tuo demurs with a droll smile and an incorrigible sparkle in his eye, clearly incapable of not injecting some levity into their conversation, and lifts his teacup for another sip. His free hand, which still rests on Dain's back, gently smooths across the fabric of his shirt before at last falling away. (With some hesitation, as though reluctant to lose that bit of physical contact between them.) Then, with more sincerity, "But I am very grateful that you were there, when it happened."
He peers at his tea, now mostly finished, and sets the cup down with a sigh. "As I still owe old Widow Lacy a third of a saga's recitation in exchange for firewood, I should be going."