Rafe hadn't really had intimate contact in the some time - the drawbacks of a solo expedition to a remote tower - and the feel of Lilium's soft fingers treating each of his balls to an individual massage whilst her other, equally soft, hand slowly worked his shaft was enough to make the wolf feel weak in the knees. He perked up a bit when the stroking suddenly halted however, wondering why it had and just about to ask when he felt her finger run across his sensitive tip and let his pre soak into her finger. Rafe watched as she brought it up and into her mouth, grinning a little as he heard the low moan and watched her suckling on her finger.<br/><br/>A low moan of his own escaped Rafe's lips as he suddenly felt her hand around his shaft again, the saliva-soaked finger once again teasing the sensitive flesh of his tip as she worked her hand up and down. His grin grew slowly, only to fade a bit as as quickly as it came Lilium's hand had slipped off and she was passing a cloak into his hands. "You tease!" he replied in a mock-accusatory tone, giving her a playful grin as he pulled the cloak around himself. "Good thing this cloak will hide<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>pretty well..."<br/><br/>As he fastened the cloak's brooch and took a moment to adjust his gear so that it fit over his cloak rather than under it he tried to not think too hard on his own behavior. How could he be so friendly with someone who had almost killed him and so recently? She certainly did have a disarming personality. Or perhaps, Rafe realized, he might  have some far too exploitable faults in his own. Then again, it might be simple logic - his brush with death was in the past and before all of them stretched a future fraught with conflict. He couldn't afford not being friendly, none of them really could. All the same though, he grinned a bit to himself as his hands found his spell book - lucky it had been sealed in a waterproof leather case earlier - and it was still locked shut. Which was how Rafe preferred it.<br/><br/>The spellbook was a lie. The rigidly defined spells of wizards weren't something he could easily wrap his head around. The pages of the book were scribbled on with crude replicas - all missing various vital components required to actually form a working spell in the manner of those who learned arcane arts rather than were born with them as he had been and some pages even had notes or doodles he'd scribbled in the margins when bored.<span style="font-style: italic">But</span>, he thought to himself as he affixed the book to his belt.<span style="font-style: italic">Pretending to be a wizard is a good way to get people to think you're helpless sans spellbook...</span><br/><br/>His stuff in order, Rafe cast a glance to Lilium and then to Ureck and Sherani. "They seem to still be conversing amongst themselves about some private matter," he commented. "Perhaps it would be best to let them finish. I don't think they'll be much longer."<br/><br/>He paused a moment, thinking, before continuing. "Where are we off to in such a rush anyways? Or are we simply moving to dodge the patrols of this tyrant you're trying to dethrone?"