[ Drake smiles at that, reaching up to mold his hand to Ephemera's jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. There's no censure in his voice, as this certainly isn't an objection -- he's on board with that -- it's just not exactly what he was asking. ]
I meant for you, babe.
[ There's a question in his eyes as well. Is this still okay? ]
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I meant for you, babe.
[ There's a question in his eyes as well. Is this still okay? ]