[ Zevran crackles a soft, half hitched laugh, torn between rolling into Bull's palm yet again or slipping off for the oil. It is the swat that makes the choice for him, rolling free to stand off to the side of the bed and strip off his trousers. It is not half so graceful as he might manage- no one looks terribly alluring hopping on one foot while attempting to untangle the other-
But he need not be terribly alluring with Bull. He needs only to be honest. It's refreshing, actually.
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[ Zevran crackles a soft, half hitched laugh, torn between rolling into Bull's palm yet again or slipping off for the oil. It is the swat that makes the choice for him, rolling free to stand off to the side of the bed and strip off his trousers. It is not half so graceful as he might manage- no one looks terribly alluring hopping on one foot while attempting to untangle the other-
But he need not be terribly alluring with Bull. He needs only to be honest. It's refreshing, actually.
Oil in hand he turns on his heel, smirking. ]