Ah, he was holding back. She can see it, she can sense it. He was playing it cool... the gentleman. Perhaps the invitation too blatant or perhaps they were playing their own game, Jael would... she would play along. This is a delicate sort of game, after all. She'd waltzed into the den of a dragon king, the island and its untold and strange riches its horde. Where she came from, the junkers were revered for their resourcefulness and wit, and Jael didn't doubt he was the same.
A myth... she offered a little hmm, though maybe it was a barely-substituted huff. She guessed. A little giggle at the idea of breaking more bones, but no, she wouldn't twist his arm. The glimmer and flicker radiating off his yellow eyes, the strange shape of the pupils too. Ever the more allusion to a dragon king. His leg wrapped around her then, and she gets what she wants. She has the affirmation. Perhaps that's all the seduction was built up for-- she wants some affirmation. This is as good as any other.
Tucked up against his side, Jael is safe. There isn't a way to explain it, and she doesn't care to try. There is a recognition, somewhere between the two of them. Jael curls in close, her head tucked close to his face. Wrapped up in him. Warm, safe. Only a breath between them, her eyes remaining open only barely. "Thank you." The words were quiet, tender. They hold more weight than Jael could have dreamt, but here she was. Relaxed against him, a little fire on her skin and savoring every moment.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
