[ That tiny hint of a smile has Cain feeling mischievous, even a little wicked. He props himself up on one hand, using the other to push the book out of the way, sitting up just enough that he's nearly touching noses with Percival. Their mouths are only inches away.
Cain breathes out: ]
You still haven't told me how I should pay. With my body?
no subject
Cain breathes out: ]
You still haven't told me how I should pay. With my body?