Still quite obviously embarrassed, the man focuses on some point on the sheets and speaks in an awkwardly faraway voice.
"... S-Since... the th-third of the prior September, I have... thought of this particular s-subject... though, er, n-not necessarily with the same level of detail, as... the w-winter period was when I enacted much of my... r-researching, on the topic..."
He stops, knitting his fingers lightly and curling them against his palms.
"... It is... ethically wrong, to... to d-desire such... such aggression. I felt... a-and, perhaps, still feel... that it... is not meant to be a-anywhere near lovemaking... and yet... the p-presence you possessed then... I was, and a-am, intrigued..."
He hunches his shoulders. Is there something wrong with him, for wanting that? Did Luceti just completely break him? Or maybe that was always there in his head, and he just never had the chance to think about it before? Either thought is a little frightening...
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Still quite obviously embarrassed, the man focuses on some point on the sheets and speaks in an awkwardly faraway voice.
"... S-Since... the th-third of the prior September, I have... thought of this particular s-subject... though, er, n-not necessarily with the same level of detail, as... the w-winter period was when I enacted much of my... r-researching, on the topic..."
He stops, knitting his fingers lightly and curling them against his palms.
"... It is... ethically wrong, to... to d-desire such... such aggression. I felt... a-and, perhaps, still feel... that it... is not meant to be a-anywhere near lovemaking... and yet... the p-presence you possessed then... I was, and a-am, intrigued..."
He hunches his shoulders. Is there something wrong with him, for wanting that? Did Luceti just completely break him? Or maybe that was always there in his head, and he just never had the chance to think about it before? Either thought is a little frightening...