[There's a slight click as he works a clasp loose, and his hand drags down the hunter's chest and rests low against his stomach.]
I like to think so.
[But after a moment he abandons his work on the breastplate, laughing under his breath, warm and low against Jame's throat. Instead he busies himself with the waist of the man's pants, slipping one hand beyond all the armor and strapping to wind about him with a gentle hand.]
Then again, don't have to nearly anything off to get to the good part, yeah?
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I like to think so.
[But after a moment he abandons his work on the breastplate, laughing under his breath, warm and low against Jame's throat. Instead he busies himself with the waist of the man's pants, slipping one hand beyond all the armor and strapping to wind about him with a gentle hand.]
Then again, don't have to nearly anything off to get to the good part, yeah?