[His eyes are wide and slightly trembling in shock as he stares up at Ilsa, his body leaning back against the chair, both shirt and sweater fallen to the floor. There's a tense moment of silent before that heat just rushes up his face and he swallows.]
I...Ilsa...
[WHY IS HE LIKE A BLUSHING MAIDEN— A blushing maiden that isn't afraid of being pounced on—]
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I...Ilsa...
[WHY IS HE LIKE A BLUSHING MAIDEN— A blushing maiden that isn't afraid of being pounced on—]