[ Mammon. Mammon, is this happening? she hears herself purring softly as his hand travels--she likes that, but being ground into the dirt wall less so. yes, it's meant to be sexy, and it is in the abstract, but it's still a grave, and she's still pretty prissy, and her hair really will need to be brushed once this is over with.
whatever "this" is going to be...
oh, Mammon.
she's tearing her gaze from the overcast sky, trying to murmur warm against his cheek, ] It isn't that you are looking at me as problem to be solved, is it, Herlock...
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whatever "this" is going to be...
oh, Mammon.
she's tearing her gaze from the overcast sky, trying to murmur warm against his cheek, ] It isn't that you are looking at me as problem to be solved, is it, Herlock...