It's not difficult to understand where the halting hesitation comes from, especially given how familiar Enver is with bhaalist fascination with injury. A shortcut to arousal and excitement in a way that's very specific to the cult's incredibly gruesome manifesto.
And yet it isn't that driving his question, perhaps yet another black mark against his already dark title. The Dark Urge. He pushes aside the complications of trying to fit both Bhaal and his own curiosities in his head, never a problem before - not since the very early days, at least.
"I do."
So he leads the other man across to the small bedchamber made from a corner. The bed small as it was last time without a comment forthcoming this time. At least the lines of his frame don't suggest an excitement that would be something to feel concern over, whether Enver has learned enough yet to discern that.
Sitting on the bed, and parting his legs for the man to stand between them, he tilts his jaw up, eyes flicking up to Enver's face. He doesn't intend to remove that robe until the man signals that he'd like to.
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And yet it isn't that driving his question, perhaps yet another black mark against his already dark title. The Dark Urge. He pushes aside the complications of trying to fit both Bhaal and his own curiosities in his head, never a problem before - not since the very early days, at least.
"I do."
So he leads the other man across to the small bedchamber made from a corner. The bed small as it was last time without a comment forthcoming this time. At least the lines of his frame don't suggest an excitement that would be something to feel concern over, whether Enver has learned enough yet to discern that.
Sitting on the bed, and parting his legs for the man to stand between them, he tilts his jaw up, eyes flicking up to Enver's face. He doesn't intend to remove that robe until the man signals that he'd like to.