[Were it not for the wine, Ramesses knows that she would never speak like that. At least not without stumbling through the words, and hoping that the ground might open up and swallow her whole than allow her to sit in the space after she's uttered them. But a consequence of Chariot's confidence is that Ramesses' thoughts are so far removed from such an observation. He’d much rather see it continue than undermine it by questioning or doubting it even as a distant, stray thought like that.]
[He catches her lips again for another hungry kiss, a wordless, immediate reflection of his approval. But he does not kiss her overlong, allowing her to retain the lead and control she claimed for herself from the beginning for as long she wishes to hold onto it.]
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[He catches her lips again for another hungry kiss, a wordless, immediate reflection of his approval. But he does not kiss her overlong, allowing her to retain the lead and control she claimed for herself from the beginning for as long she wishes to hold onto it.]
Go on then. Let yourself shine for me...