Perhaps. Suit yourself. [Tyki drinks more, honestly surprised that he was so shaken by the touch. But also, that he found it so appealing as well. It was frighteningly intimate, and he hadn't expected to enjoy it or desire it. But perhaps, as the Noah of Pleasure, Joyd, expectations about unexpectedly pleasing things don't matter to him.
He hands the wine over happily, unsure of himself but not wanting to leave. He would have let Ianchus put his whole hand inside if he'd wanted to.
But he still remembers how he looked when he was dying. And that's a memory that's never left him.] This really is lovely. I suffer without good company.
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He hands the wine over happily, unsure of himself but not wanting to leave. He would have let Ianchus put his whole hand inside if he'd wanted to.
But he still remembers how he looked when he was dying. And that's a memory that's never left him.] This really is lovely. I suffer without good company.