[The Marquis leans close, resting his cheek against the shorter man's temple and rubs his arm, watching with decided satisfaction as Prefect scurries away.] I make him nervous, I think. I shall have to tell you why, sometime. [He lifts his head to look down at him -- not far.] And what was all that about, pet?
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Date: 2009-09-23 12:20 am (UTC)