[ He gives Molly such a look, part pleading and part accusing. Fjord swallows down a whimper and agrees with a reluctant nod, awkwardly moving away to find his pants. He's absolutely going to be rock-hard throughout the audience with Essek which a Minor Illusion will mask but not get rid of; he washes his face in the basin with the cold water, to at least get the sweat off his face. His stupid orc dick is going to be his downfall one day, he grimly thinks. ]
You'll set me off, no playing around.
[ Awkwardly dressed in full armour (it would look so weird to be in his cloak alone which he has donned out of paranoia and public decency, even if he is bespelled) he looks miserable. Possibly ill, if people have no idea what else is making him so flushed. ]
no subject
You'll set me off, no playing around.
[ Awkwardly dressed in full armour (it would look so weird to be in his cloak alone which he has donned out of paranoia and public decency, even if he is bespelled) he looks miserable. Possibly ill, if people have no idea what else is making him so flushed. ]
Let's, ah. Let's go then.