The fact that I enjoy it is unrelated to the fact that I also don't let you get away with it.
[Morax isn't the least bit upset as he replies, scolding words tempered by a soft, warm smile. Returning the kiss without hesitation, he reaches up to brush Melqal's hair back. This first night alone provides so many curiosities, nigh endless questions with no clear answers as yet. How far they should go, what Dohalim might want, how to deal with his servants and these odd circumstances... for now, the spirit puts the thought aside.]
... then I shall. Perhaps the attendant won't notice, or realise who I am, hm?
[It's a small possibility, at least. Across the room and out of the way of the servant's work, he supposes he can just watch. Knowing how the redhead's regalia is removed won't hurt matters, either... even if they go no further, there's a selfish part of him that would lie to strip Melqal - and Dohalim, probably - himself. Indulging himself in one last kiss, this one a little deeper than the others, he pulls away to move, examining the couches and table before settling down on one. His tail doesn't disappear, but it's easy enough to hide it against his leg, curling down out of sight behind the low table.]
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[Morax isn't the least bit upset as he replies, scolding words tempered by a soft, warm smile. Returning the kiss without hesitation, he reaches up to brush Melqal's hair back. This first night alone provides so many curiosities, nigh endless questions with no clear answers as yet. How far they should go, what Dohalim might want, how to deal with his servants and these odd circumstances... for now, the spirit puts the thought aside.]
... then I shall. Perhaps the attendant won't notice, or realise who I am, hm?
[It's a small possibility, at least. Across the room and out of the way of the servant's work, he supposes he can just watch. Knowing how the redhead's regalia is removed won't hurt matters, either... even if they go no further, there's a selfish part of him that would lie to strip Melqal - and Dohalim, probably - himself. Indulging himself in one last kiss, this one a little deeper than the others, he pulls away to move, examining the couches and table before settling down on one. His tail doesn't disappear, but it's easy enough to hide it against his leg, curling down out of sight behind the low table.]