[ with heart removed from the immediate area, he could shrug his way into a shirt -- leaving its collar untied and the deep v loose on his chest. he could do it all without fearing what she might do with her fingers so near his sword-belt. the same sword-belt he now slips off the headboard and buckles around his waist. the yard of sheathed birmingham steel nearly touches the ground; it isn't a convenient looking sword.
soon, he joins her in the hall. ] Yer fortunate the weather's better than when the last lass turned up in my room.
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soon, he joins her in the hall. ] Yer fortunate the weather's better than when the last lass turned up in my room.