[The turn of that hand against his, so that his fingertips rested against that slender wrist, the faint flutter of a pulse beneath his touch. And Caleb knew his own pulse was likely quickened by the moment.
He couldn't hide the surprise on his face at the question. Ah. Well, yes, Jester saw through him by now. He knew that. But he would not have guessed that he would have been a topic to come up between the cleric and Essek.
Stalling, he took his own drink, a long sip before he managed a sheepish lift of his shoulders.]
It is less that I think it so much that it is the unfortunate truth. I am not a good man.
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Date: 2023-08-12 11:45 pm (UTC)He couldn't hide the surprise on his face at the question. Ah. Well, yes, Jester saw through him by now. He knew that. But he would not have guessed that he would have been a topic to come up between the cleric and Essek.
Stalling, he took his own drink, a long sip before he managed a sheepish lift of his shoulders.]
It is less that I think it so much that it is the unfortunate truth. I am not a good man.