[The more he drinks, the more potent and defined the feeling becomes, quickly blossoming from a nagging, restless impulse to a full-blown craving. Seteth's tongue darts out to wet his lips, dispirited gaze sharpening into a keen interest that's edging into predatory hunger. Mint and citrus is refreshing, but wouldn't the lingering sweetness of wine on Claude's lips make for an excellent complement? Or.....
No, even better. The tang of sweat licked straight off his skin sounds perfect. What sort of sounds could he coax out of Claude with nothing but his mouth?]
You always have been one to beat the odds, haven't you? If there does happen to be a curtain to pull back on this situation, you would surely be the one to do so.
[After all, it isn't as though Linhardt is here to help the investigation along with his insatiable curiosity. Although, knowing what he does about aphrodisiacs, it's clear that something has been done to his--no, their--drinks. Should he try and keep in mind their effects to report back, just in case Linhardt does arrive later? Just because he can recognize the effects doesn't mean he can dissipate or deny them, the way he's accustomed to attempting.....
He can't muster up the strength of will to resist these impulses tonight nearly as successfully as he usually does, not reeling as he is from the news of their apparent demise. Maybe back on the island, where everything made (some manner of) sense, he could have effortlessly managed to keep this conversation friendly, productive, and professional in spite of being drugged. In this condition, though? He and Claude alike will simply have to accept and endure what the Peacekeeper gives them, and hope for the best.]
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No, even better. The tang of sweat licked straight off his skin sounds perfect. What sort of sounds could he coax out of Claude with nothing but his mouth?]
You always have been one to beat the odds, haven't you? If there does happen to be a curtain to pull back on this situation, you would surely be the one to do so.
[After all, it isn't as though Linhardt is here to help the investigation along with his insatiable curiosity. Although, knowing what he does about aphrodisiacs, it's clear that something has been done to his--no, their--drinks. Should he try and keep in mind their effects to report back, just in case Linhardt does arrive later? Just because he can recognize the effects doesn't mean he can dissipate or deny them, the way he's accustomed to attempting.....
He can't muster up the strength of will to resist these impulses tonight nearly as successfully as he usually does, not reeling as he is from the news of their apparent demise. Maybe back on the island, where everything made (some manner of) sense, he could have effortlessly managed to keep this conversation friendly, productive, and professional in spite of being drugged. In this condition, though? He and Claude alike will simply have to accept and endure what the Peacekeeper gives them, and hope for the best.]