<span style="font-weight: bold">Euanthane</span><br/><br/>Xarces felt very<span style="font-style: italic">relaxed</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">relaxing</span>against me.<span style="font-style: italic">I am not afraid of you</span>, the slow beat of his pulse told me – even if you<span style="font-style: italic">excite</span>me a little. I shivered. I was, now, pretty sure that he was, like Crystal,<span style="font-style: italic">into</span>nagas. Into going into nagas.<br/><br/>The thought was strangely quelling. We didn't have to rush into anything. This was no fleeting chance, an opportunity not to be missed, but rather an extensive and extended option, one that could be persued at leisure and definitely in private.<br/><br/>“We'll wait,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around Xarces's chest even as my tail coiled into a comfortable place to sit behind him. I relaxed, pulling him (for want of a better word) into my lap. “Though please tell Madame Widow to hurry,” I continued, leaning forward to rest comfortably against Xarces's back.