[Of course she does — he half expected it. And while his play at having a focus wrought of steel is only half-serious, too, Sholmes sucks in a breath; it would be embarrassing to unravel so easily, even if he rocks ever so slightly against her, anyway.]
I will, until you’re completely satisfied.
[And he does, to his credit. His hands are still as firm as ever.]
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I will, until you’re completely satisfied.
[And he does, to his credit. His hands are still as firm as ever.]