No sooner does Slaine change position and stand behind Sheryl that his expression smoothly transitions from awkward embarrassment at seeing a scantily-clad woman into a sharp, yet utterly grim determination. Dangerous at that, judging at the way his eyes slowly turn into narrowed slits, hardening up. No warmth behind a pair of teal eyes, appearing cold.
"Sheryl Nome," he murmurs, his tone quiet and low to go with the unrelenting, harsh look over his face as his gaze remains locked onto the back of her head. This way, at least he doesn't have to watch her front without breaking character (or turning red again). "You will tell me the whereabouts of your comrades. Unless, of course, you do not care what happens to you."
His movements are deliberately slow, arms around her body with his hands incredibly close to her breasts.
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Date: 2016-11-14 02:38 am (UTC)"Sheryl Nome," he murmurs, his tone quiet and low to go with the unrelenting, harsh look over his face as his gaze remains locked onto the back of her head. This way, at least he doesn't have to watch her front without breaking character (or turning red again). "You will tell me the whereabouts of your comrades. Unless, of course, you do not care what happens to you."
His movements are deliberately slow, arms around her body with his hands incredibly close to her breasts.