Blacktail Deer Plateau gethsemane

Confusion held him silent a moment, but a slow understanding was finally beginning to creep into his awareness. The gentle touch had gotten across what words hadn't, and Lasher's question seemed to cement the realization. Perhaps he was being overconfident, but the display just shown hadn't seemed particularly platonic. And knowledge of Lasher's established preference confirmed that this wasn't so out of touch with reality. In fact, it put the whole previous exchange in an obvious change of light, and Dante flushed with the warmth of embarrassment at how deeply he may have misunderstood.

"I do not think I take your meaning, or your intentions." It wasn't an answer, per say, but an unspoken request for clarification. The tone was still quiet, and a little chagrined. Anxiety flooded at the thought of what might be presented in the next few moments, and he hoped fervently that Lasher would come back with the answer that kept things simple. This would likely not be the case.