"As am I," Anael assured him truthfully, eyes glinting warmly, before he softly bit around Robin's nipple, a tease and a promise rather than anything in and of itself. He settled comfortably against the puck's side, since he seemed to have settled down, propping his chin on his hand on Robin's chest. His gaze fell upon that painting, and he smiled as he recognised the actual puck as Puck. "Who's the artist?" he asked curiously, appreciatively. "Of the painting, I mean," he added, lifting his head just enough to nod in its direction.
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Date: 2015-07-07 01:49 am (UTC)