[Why does Vergilius suppose Lobelia invited him here? There's no better date than one that puts both of their talents to use, is there? If that isn't romantic, Lobelia doesn't want to know what is.
Ah... On second thought, he does understand Vergilius' love language. His blade whistles past, nearly carving into his shoulder, but of course Lobelia isn't so lucky as to taste the business end of the other man's weapon. If only... All the same, he seizes the opportunity to loop an arm around Vergilius and palm the small of his back.]
Why should I when I have you? Heheh. Besides, we're nearly out of monsters. Only two remain...
[...And that would be them. The scent of death is stinging and pungent, settling thickly in the air, but it doesn't bother Lobelia one bit. It certainly doesn't dissuade him from attempting to tug Vergilius flush against him.]
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[Why does Vergilius suppose Lobelia invited him here? There's no better date than one that puts both of their talents to use, is there? If that isn't romantic, Lobelia doesn't want to know what is.
Ah... On second thought, he does understand Vergilius' love language. His blade whistles past, nearly carving into his shoulder, but of course Lobelia isn't so lucky as to taste the business end of the other man's weapon. If only... All the same, he seizes the opportunity to loop an arm around Vergilius and palm the small of his back.]
Why should I when I have you? Heheh. Besides, we're nearly out of monsters. Only two remain...
[...And that would be them. The scent of death is stinging and pungent, settling thickly in the air, but it doesn't bother Lobelia one bit. It certainly doesn't dissuade him from attempting to tug Vergilius flush against him.]