[He has all but forgotten about the shirt, his original reason for making the trip to Konoha's house. Their, ah, activities had knocked the thought clean loose, so much so that it takes him a second to sort out what she's referring to.]
It was no trouble at all.
[Back to polite little nothings, so cool after the heated words that had poured from his lips not too long ago. Finished with all the fussy fastenings, Nikolai turns back to her — just briefly, long enough for a glance that he wants to be reassuring, but he knows it can't be. He goes to retrieve the borrowed shirt.
Just as before, when they'd fallen into a tryst beneath the tree, tugged along by a certain red powder, he wishes he could do something more for her. The dragon, quieter now, nevertheless stirs in his belly. But all he can do is leave her right there, disheveled and incomplete and alone. All he can offer is a thin smile.]
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It was no trouble at all.
[Back to polite little nothings, so cool after the heated words that had poured from his lips not too long ago. Finished with all the fussy fastenings, Nikolai turns back to her — just briefly, long enough for a glance that he wants to be reassuring, but he knows it can't be. He goes to retrieve the borrowed shirt.
Just as before, when they'd fallen into a tryst beneath the tree, tugged along by a certain red powder, he wishes he could do something more for her. The dragon, quieter now, nevertheless stirs in his belly. But all he can do is leave her right there, disheveled and incomplete and alone. All he can offer is a thin smile.]
I'll be on my way, then. Good night, Konoha.
[And with that, he'll escort himself out.]