[He needs the brief respite, although he's keen not to show it beyond the surreptitious working of his shoulders in circles to untie the knots that have begun to wind into the muscle. She's not heavy, but four flights and the weight of anything begins to magnify.
Quirking his head to the side he looks down at her, the corner of his lip pinched upwards into a sketch of a smirk.]
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Quirking his head to the side he looks down at her, the corner of his lip pinched upwards into a sketch of a smirk.]
I'm open to offers. Take your time.