Max Maximum | OC

Astarion's voice called out a simple "Come in, darling," since he was a little occupied at the moment. With Lioriley's foot resting lightly on his thigh. She was perched on their desk, and in the chair in front of her, a casual sprawl in contrast with her primly crossed legs. He wore his usual black with hints of red in the buttons and threading, shirt undone in a deep V, his hand resting on Lioriley's leg, thumb absently tracing a circle over her ankle. A glass of deep red wine already held in his free hand. "Hello, Max. Don't you look positively edible." Haha, get it? It's funny cause it works on multiple levels.