Deepwood Weald rising

"wow," he retorted dryly. "that sounds exactly like me." perhaps it did, but he would never give belharra the satisfaction. "make me a man. must have been some dream." tongue lolled then. "i don't blame myself either, but don't get a big dick about it."

and that marked the end of an unspoken boundary he had never questioned once belharra had laid it down. flirting, acceptable. courting, not. and after all that, he found he was disinterested in trying to make a situation happen that wasn't about to fly. he had grown comfortable, he decided, and placid.