[Lorenz laughs outright this time, delighted surprise at the harder bite mixed with put-upon indignant disbelief, turning his wrist in Fenris' grip— please, he has so much more to feel, this is rude. He all but lets go of Fenris' other thigh in return, trailing a feather light touch over every curve and angle he can reach from here, up his back and down again, nearly to the back of his knee. Hello, dearest, and he bites his lip in a paltry effort to not whine as well.

It is a grand effort, see, and the game is afoot. This isn't strenuous at all.]

I— [lord,] I've improved. You almost liked one of those fish dishes.

[He has a whole handful of meals he can cook without meal kits, now! Please be impressed. He shudders again, eyes shut to appreciate hot mouth against already delectably sore skin--]

At this rate, you won't need to menace me with blue paint at all.

[Zing!! Go on, feel free...]

I believe— I am fairly certain the other apartment has, ah, a larger bath.