[Ah, what telling eyes you have, Scout. Spy's gaze is sharp as a hawk's, and he picks up the subtle change without much trouble. The stroke up his arms compels his grip to loosen. Then he's sliding his thumbs up and down the length of Scout's neck, scraping a bit with his nails on the downwards stroke.]
Peut-être-- [He catches himself, his voice rolling out of his chest at a low purr.] Maybe I 'ave somet'ing else in mind now.
[Shimmies his hips a little, possibly to make a point, possibly for the hell of it, he's not sure.]
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[Ah, what telling eyes you have, Scout. Spy's gaze is sharp as a hawk's, and he picks up the subtle change without much trouble. The stroke up his arms compels his grip to loosen. Then he's sliding his thumbs up and down the length of Scout's neck, scraping a bit with his nails on the downwards stroke.]
Peut-être-- [He catches himself, his voice rolling out of his chest at a low purr.] Maybe I 'ave somet'ing else in mind now.
[Shimmies his hips a little, possibly to make a point, possibly for the hell of it, he's not sure.]