[He lifts up his head, withdrawing his hand and breaking free of Rhys' grip on his hair to eye him up and down. He leans his head against the other inmate's upper thigh, waiting. Betelgeuse's eyes are yellowish, but whether that's gangrene or the light reflecting back is difficult to say.]
You just made the most beautiful sound. But? Sure.
[He drums his fingers, backing off from that avenue, instead snaking that offending hand down towards his own pants. He's intent on taking care of himself, since Rhys is a little far out of reach while in this position]
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You just made the most beautiful sound. But? Sure.
[He drums his fingers, backing off from that avenue, instead snaking that offending hand down towards his own pants. He's intent on taking care of himself, since Rhys is a little far out of reach while in this position]