I did. He held open the lapels of his jacket, his head tilted back against the wall—a broad triangle of bare skin, and his throat, completely exposed to me. Me, who was armed. While his sword was over there, out of his reach. All at once, I understood what this was. What we were doing. He was offering himself to me. He was presenting me a perfect opening. He knew it. I knew it. We both knew the other knew it.
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