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“And, uh… do you feel dominated by your partner?” What an awkward question for standard lightkeeper counselling. The ratnik winced.
Flins’ eyes lit up as he leaned all the way into Illuga’s space, running a worryingly lascivious hand up one arm; the captain blushed in the wan light.
“Well, young master, what do you think? Do I feel dominated by my partner?”
Illuga’s gaze fixed on the ceiling, stoic despite the blush. He sighed heavily, grabbed Flins by the jaw and looked at him, until – the elder shrank like a snail into its shell.
The ratnik blinked.
“No, he doesn’t.”