Date: 2020-09-03 02:27 am (UTC)
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He gives her his lopsided grin, butting his head into her palm like a great beast.

"Yeah? You heard anymore salacious rumors about witchers that suggest I might be in danger of pulling a muscle?" He rumbles. He runs his hands down her body, back to her hips (not lingering on her chest but not exactly ignoring it, either), pulling her snugly against him.
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