They had seemed to find a rhythm that suited them. Skarlet's devotion to the Emperor and Erron's wanderlust could both be accommodated with it. Besides...it gave Skarlet a break from him...it let her indulge her hunger without him there-out of sight, out of mind...and it gave her a little distance from his magic rich blood. He could not imagine it was easy having the equivalent of a well cooked, prime steak under her nose at all times. Their two lifestyle preferences seemed to compliment other, nicely. Though they were often far apart physically, the woman in red was rarely far from his thoughts.
"I've got a room rented...mostly to keep my things in. I don't want the Kahn thinking I'm exclusive to him. You know how business is."
Under the table, his boot lightly teased her ankle.
"Your quarters, on the other hand? A most welcome change of scenery. Always a pleasure and an offer I'd be happy to take you up on."
His hand reached for hers on the table.
"Well, hot damn. I just keep being the luckiest son of a bitch alive."
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Date: 2023-07-09 04:01 pm (UTC)"I've got a room rented...mostly to keep my things in. I don't want the Kahn thinking I'm exclusive to him. You know how business is."
Under the table, his boot lightly teased her ankle.
"Your quarters, on the other hand? A most welcome change of scenery. Always a pleasure and an offer I'd be happy to take you up on."
His hand reached for hers on the table.
"Well, hot damn. I just keep being the luckiest son of a bitch alive."