"Do stay, Barcus. If we wanted privacy, we would have gone home." These days it never seems like sex is off the table completely with the two of them, but they would have at least stumbled back to the inn rather than doing it here, if things went in that direction.
Viktor chuckles softly, the sound warm and low.
"It is true. I would wager that all three of us are quite good with our hands," he says, leaving that out there to be taken as it will.
Now that Xander is done with one of Barcus' hands, Viktor puts his wine glass on the table and takes it in both of his. He runs his fingertips feather-softly down the countours of it, turning it over and getting a good sense for where the sore parts are. He then decides to simply sandwich the gnome's hand between both of his. His hands glow with an ethereal, multicoloured light, similar to how he looked in his storm form on the beach. He presses healing magic into Barcus' hand, which should feel warm and tingly, and relieve his aches further.
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Viktor chuckles softly, the sound warm and low.
"It is true. I would wager that all three of us are quite good with our hands," he says, leaving that out there to be taken as it will.
Now that Xander is done with one of Barcus' hands, Viktor puts his wine glass on the table and takes it in both of his. He runs his fingertips feather-softly down the countours of it, turning it over and getting a good sense for where the sore parts are. He then decides to simply sandwich the gnome's hand between both of his. His hands glow with an ethereal, multicoloured light, similar to how he looked in his storm form on the beach. He presses healing magic into Barcus' hand, which should feel warm and tingly, and relieve his aches further.