[ Losing himself in what making out with Mollymauk is really like (dusty old fantasies are put thoroughly to shame) he arches in a moment after him to feel the way they fit together, barely holding in a moan of his own. Instead he ends up gasping for breath when the amorous kisses stop, licking the extra spit off his lips; messier than expected but so good. ]

I don't know, I tried not to think about it. You made me want things I thought I shouldn't and you were also my friend, I couldn't mess that up.

[ Unable to help himself, he takes a new line of kisses down the tiefling's jaw, tusks grazing the patterns of peacock feathers in a rough counterpoint to his lips as Fjord looms over him, the table behind Molly saving them from falling. ]

Weren't we friends? You're not going to say that's a lie too, right?

[ Molly might not know the Nein well anymore but they also never really knew him. ]