[A finger hooks under his chin, urging him to look up, leaning in close with a smoldering look; anyone would anticipate a kiss, and down he leans... only to whisper hotly, hungrily enough to feel on his lips without a connection.]
I'll take you up on that.
[And then, releasing his chin with a light tap, he's off to the bathroom with the most luxurious bath to start drawing it for him.]
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I'll take you up on that.
[And then, releasing his chin with a light tap, he's off to the bathroom with the most luxurious bath to start drawing it for him.]