To like what they had become? Did he? He wasn't entirely sure of that. Perhaps because he wasn't entirely sure what he had become to begin with. Who was he now.
"Aye, that's the rub." Thatch leaned his head forward under Grell's skilled fingers. He can feel himself relaxing already. "And a good one, too." He hummed appreciatively as she hit a particularly sweet spot. "Dear lady I am at your mercy. Name anything you want and it's yours"
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"Aye, that's the rub." Thatch leaned his head forward under Grell's skilled fingers. He can feel himself relaxing already. "And a good one, too." He hummed appreciatively as she hit a particularly sweet spot. "Dear lady I am at your mercy. Name anything you want and it's yours"