[Thankfully Lysandre's own clothes are close enough against his body that they aren't encouraging any interest, to say nothing of the leather not being appetizing...
The second part of that gets him to look over a bit more properly before he lowers his gaze again; he finds himself uncertain of what to say. It's an odd feeling in response to such a simple sentiment.]
...Whenever you'd like, Augustine. You know I'll always make time for you.
[It's something he's said often. It hits differently now.]
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The second part of that gets him to look over a bit more properly before he lowers his gaze again; he finds himself uncertain of what to say. It's an odd feeling in response to such a simple sentiment.]
...Whenever you'd like, Augustine. You know I'll always make time for you.
[It's something he's said often. It hits differently now.]