Rowan can't even begrudge him that pun right now, and they bury their face in his shoulder to hide a snigger. They might have paid him back with a nip to the throat, but since his collar gets in the way, he misses out. It doesn't last long in any case, as the idea of a show perks them up.
"The kind of show where you might keep your hat on?" They suggest, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your birthday suit is my favourite one, by a mile."
Noticing that they're heading towards the bed, though, Rowan tugs again. "Hey, don't you want to see what your hard work earned you the free use of?" They suggest, looking pointedly over his shoulder at the new door set into what was previously a plain wall.
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Date: 2020-09-03 09:13 pm (UTC)"The kind of show where you might keep your hat on?" They suggest, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Your birthday suit is my favourite one, by a mile."
Noticing that they're heading towards the bed, though, Rowan tugs again. "Hey, don't you want to see what your hard work earned you the free use of?" They suggest, looking pointedly over his shoulder at the new door set into what was previously a plain wall.