Oh, Villiers has. Not that he'd admit it to anyone, but he has.
That answer, though. It must be that past of his, that damnable past that Imriel doesn't speak about, but only edges carefully around.
It throws off his train of thought, at the very least, and after a moment's recovery, he speaks. Just a short, little thing though, an arm wrapped securely across Imriel's back as he addresses the air.
"In your mysterious land," he says, starting out teasing and dramatic, before settling into a more casual tone, "do they write up contracts, or at least discuss limitations and the like for those of...not quite standard taste?"
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That answer, though. It must be that past of his, that damnable past that Imriel doesn't speak about, but only edges carefully around.
It throws off his train of thought, at the very least, and after a moment's recovery, he speaks. Just a short, little thing though, an arm wrapped securely across Imriel's back as he addresses the air.
"In your mysterious land," he says, starting out teasing and dramatic, before settling into a more casual tone, "do they write up contracts, or at least discuss limitations and the like for those of...not quite standard taste?"