He considered just laying back down. Maybe pulling the blankets over his head, for good measure. Arriving naked and uninvited in his bedroom was one thing, but to do so for a lecture could not be borne. Touching his things, even. It made him want to break them just to prove a point. He didn't know what, but the impulse was there.
Then he sat on the bed, and Theo narrowed his eyes at the pale shape of his back. What would happen if he bit him? Would he disappear in a puff of smoke, or would he bleed? They were very nice sheets. It would be a shame to get blood on them. Not that it ever stopped him. Maybe if he hadn't turned around, he would have tried it.
He reached out to snatch the little ball away, a thing of glass all painted in gold, an impossibly delicate and expensive bauble. Then he tossed it out the window. Because he'd ruined it. By touching it. Somehow.
"I will be here six-hundred years," he decided, falling backward back into his bed and lacing his fingers beneath his head. "So you may as well leave me, Varetheí, else find a better use for your tongue. If you have a tongue. I do not let men in my bed who do not please me, phantom or no, and you seem to have the wrong idea about who ought to be entertaining whom. I am here for no one's amusement but my own."
Not that he was doing a very good job of seeing to that. It was, nonetheless, the principle of the thing.
Then he sat on the bed, and Theo narrowed his eyes at the pale shape of his back. What would happen if he bit him? Would he disappear in a puff of smoke, or would he bleed? They were very nice sheets. It would be a shame to get blood on them. Not that it ever stopped him. Maybe if he hadn't turned around, he would have tried it.
He reached out to snatch the little ball away, a thing of glass all painted in gold, an impossibly delicate and expensive bauble. Then he tossed it out the window. Because he'd ruined it. By touching it. Somehow.
"I will be here six-hundred years," he decided, falling backward back into his bed and lacing his fingers beneath his head. "So you may as well leave me, Varetheí, else find a better use for your tongue. If you have a tongue. I do not let men in my bed who do not please me, phantom or no, and you seem to have the wrong idea about who ought to be entertaining whom. I am here for no one's amusement but my own."
Not that he was doing a very good job of seeing to that. It was, nonetheless, the principle of the thing.
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