"Begin…" the spy muttered with a blush on his face. "You were taking so long that it would be more fitting to say I'm already nearing my limit," he admitted while averting his eyes.
Leon only smiled. He then stepped back and sat himself down on the sofa before putting himself in the laziest position he could find.
His ass slid far down the seat while only the upper half of his back rested against the backside of the sofa. He pushed his legs far out and opened them apart, all ready to enjoy what he was about to ask for.
"That's the case for you only, my friend," Leon said as he glanced over at the spy only to then turn his eyes back to the elf he picked. "How about you start… by dancing as you slowly undress?"
'So that I can finally relax while enjoying every last bit of your racial grace,' the bloodmancer thought while dispersing the perfect control he had over his blood, finally allowing it to flow into the places it needed to.
