The threat definitely lacks more bite, but Crozier is a good sport (and still more than a little loopy). “Oh, Christ, not more spice. You’ll kill me with a curry.”
He laughs low in his throat, though if he were being honest with himself, he wouldn’t mind something with heat in his mouth. And what does he even know of Raju’s home customs and foods anyway? Not much at all, which is a shame. But Raju himself might have a little heat, all that fire that pours from him, he might kiss the same -
“What would you use to spice the root stew we make?” he smiles, grip letting up to brush his fingers across Raju’s knuckles. “Maybe we can ask that boar the next time it comes around.”
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The threat definitely lacks more bite, but Crozier is a good sport (and still more than a little loopy). “Oh, Christ, not more spice. You’ll kill me with a curry.”
He laughs low in his throat, though if he were being honest with himself, he wouldn’t mind something with heat in his mouth. And what does he even know of Raju’s home customs and foods anyway? Not much at all, which is a shame. But Raju himself might have a little heat, all that fire that pours from him, he might kiss the same -
“What would you use to spice the root stew we make?” he smiles, grip letting up to brush his fingers across Raju’s knuckles. “Maybe we can ask that boar the next time it comes around.”