flirting: always mention bandages

“Are you a woman who would fit in my arms?” Triton places a gentle hand on her waist, his voice low. “If there is no promise, then does she choose to stay and discover?”
Her voice seems to take on an older cadence. “Tarry then? Lay you out more than a promise of death and destruction? I am no maiden as you may guess and need no promise to choose.”
Bhangbadea offers, “‘Discover’ is a kind promise made by tomorrow. While I truly seem to fit your arms, I know not that I am fit for tender arms at all. My past suggests you proceed with caution and keep bandages on hand.”


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