@dalishflame
“ Somehow I doubt that. ” He had left Haleir to get his breath back some time since, slipping off the bar and back into his breeches to clean up the remains of their activities. Now the broom, moving on its own and under Arthur’s watchful eye, was making itself busy cleaning all the broken glasses swept so carelessly out of their way. collecting them in a neat little pile. Even at times like this the fae thrilled in his new-found magic, taking every chance he got to use it, no matter how mundane, and it was with a rare glint of mischief and delight that he grinned at his somewhat ravaged employer. Why not? He was having such a good evening, after all.
“ Let us be honest, Master Haleir: you would misbehave no matter what. You hardly need an incentive. ”
Ah, mischief--now that was an attractive look on Arthur’s face. The very same one which had gotten them into their current predicament to begin with, Hal noted fondly as a peal of laughter escaped him into the empty barroom.
“Is that an accusation? Why, I would never.” He returned that grin in kind, fingers splayed over his heart in mock astonishment. He still made quite the pretty picture himself, propped back onto his elbows and lounging atop the counter like some lazy, contented feline, regarding his assistant and his magic through half-lidded eyes. Long pieces of mussed hair spilled over bare shoulders from where they’d been worked loose, and his enticing state of dress was much the same as Arthur had left it: full ruffled skirts bunched up about his hips and thighs, chemise yanked down around his arms, corset...gone, discarded somewhere over the side of the bar. He’d retrieve it later.
“Oh, all right...but so what if I don’t? I have yet to hear you complain about it.”