"U-Uldren!" Mac stammered, shivering in spite of the warmth around him. Everything the Prince did always turned his world upside down in and instant. It was virtually impossible to think straight with the man, but aggreeing to everything blindly was entirely out of the question!
"We can't just kidnap someone! Especially not for something like that," the warlock cried out softly in protest, pressing feebly at Uldren's chest in attempt to get distance he didn't really want. "Your sister would be livid and you know it! She's as shady as you, but she's fair and a damned good Queen. She wouldn't abide you pretty much enslaving someone. At elast not unless they were inviting it," he amended, recalling some of the odd evenings the three of them had shared.
Mara didn't have any problem with slavery, and neither did her brother, when the setting was appropriate. Mac still had a few scars to prove it.
"You really think someone you just fought with and kidnapped would even consider something like that? Sharing a fire and sharing a bed aren't the same thing, you pervert," Mac grumbled, leaning in and running his tongue along Uldren's bottom lip in spite of his words.
"Forget him. He's off chasing dinner or something...we've got time, you know," the Guardian rumbled, aiming to distract the Prince as much as anything.
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"We can't just kidnap someone! Especially not for something like that," the warlock cried out softly in protest, pressing feebly at Uldren's chest in attempt to get distance he didn't really want. "Your sister would be livid and you know it! She's as shady as you, but she's fair and a damned good Queen. She wouldn't abide you pretty much enslaving someone. At elast not unless they were inviting it," he amended, recalling some of the odd evenings the three of them had shared.
Mara didn't have any problem with slavery, and neither did her brother, when the setting was appropriate. Mac still had a few scars to prove it.
"You really think someone you just fought with and kidnapped would even consider something like that? Sharing a fire and sharing a bed aren't the same thing, you pervert," Mac grumbled, leaning in and running his tongue along Uldren's bottom lip in spite of his words.
"Forget him. He's off chasing dinner or something...we've got time, you know," the Guardian rumbled, aiming to distract the Prince as much as anything.