“Okay, Emelle is here, but for some reason, she’s in the Veil again, and we have to assume she can’t get out. Is that right?” Sylred asks a little uncertainly, like he’s embarrassed that he might just be talking to air. I blow more Lust at him. Maybe I should’ve made the Flirt-Touches designated for yes… Oh well. “Okay. So Lust is a yes, then,” he strains to say. “What’s a no?” Evert asks. I trail a Flirt-Touch finger across his shoulder. He frowns. “Well?” Sylred prompts. He lifts his hands, at a loss. “I don’t fucking know.”
