[ Lancer watches lazily, assessing. That reaction probably wasn't Koltira's Gleeful setting, but it wasn't disgust either. This had seemed like a one-way street—mana thievery more than transfer—but maybe he'd been wrong.
After a moment's consideration, he pats Koltira's hand, clapping it lightly against his face as though to say oh, you. He holds on an extra second longer than he needs to. ]
What, seriously? Of course not.
[ Koltira's a little taller, but it doesn't deter Lancer from slinging an arm over his shoulders, draping onto his side like an old cloak. ]
no subject
After a moment's consideration, he pats Koltira's hand, clapping it lightly against his face as though to say oh, you. He holds on an extra second longer than he needs to. ]
What, seriously? Of course not.
[ Koltira's a little taller, but it doesn't deter Lancer from slinging an arm over his shoulders, draping onto his side like an old cloak. ]
I'm stickin' right here until we get back.