19.Aug.23, 10:15 PM
S'far was quite pleasantly surprised that he hadn't been kicked, and part of him was terribly, terribly tempted to try and push the issue further, to see what could get a reaction out of the woman when she was motivated to remain composed. But with Cazan gone, there was no longer such a compelling reason for him to test the Weyrwoman. He'd tuck that thought away for the future though.
Glancing back towards the door he considered the risks. "Hm. She works rather quickly in general, but I'm not sure how much longer those gloves will take. That and she does seem quite eager to prove herself to you so that could lead to another visit." He gently tapped on his chin as he considered and a mischievous smirk slowly slid onto his features. "I don't think you need to lock it. You seem to have very good composure after all."
And maybe the thought of getting her to lose some of that composure was quite intriguing. S'far chuckled softly as she pushed his head back under the desk. "Oh, I'm essential eh? Then I had better get back to work. I'm sure I can handle things from down here."
Reaching forward, he grabbed onto Mulrissa's chair, pulling her a bit closer so that he could gently nip at the skin along the inside of her thighs. Old man-Do you really want to risk irritating the Weyrwoman with what you are about to ask me? At least the bronze didn't sound as grumpy as he usually did, even if he had interrupted. Oh what's the worst that could happen? He could practically feel the eyes rolling at him as the dragon decided to ignore him for the moment.
Smirk still plastered on his face, S'far decided to just get back to work, turning his focus back to Mulrissa and the taste of her as he focused on getting back to the very essential duty of making sure she would not be in any shape to have a meeting.
Glancing back towards the door he considered the risks. "Hm. She works rather quickly in general, but I'm not sure how much longer those gloves will take. That and she does seem quite eager to prove herself to you so that could lead to another visit." He gently tapped on his chin as he considered and a mischievous smirk slowly slid onto his features. "I don't think you need to lock it. You seem to have very good composure after all."
And maybe the thought of getting her to lose some of that composure was quite intriguing. S'far chuckled softly as she pushed his head back under the desk. "Oh, I'm essential eh? Then I had better get back to work. I'm sure I can handle things from down here."
Reaching forward, he grabbed onto Mulrissa's chair, pulling her a bit closer so that he could gently nip at the skin along the inside of her thighs. Old man-
Smirk still plastered on his face, S'far decided to just get back to work, turning his focus back to Mulrissa and the taste of her as he focused on getting back to the very essential duty of making sure she would not be in any shape to have a meeting.