[He's panting after such kisses, his head tipping forward to try and follow Bruno as he breaks away. When it becomes clear that's all he's going to get for now, Polnareff sighs and tips his head back again, letting it knock against the tile.]
Mm . . . I don't know if I believe you.
[He reaches for the shampoo, though, ready to scrub some in his hair.]
It might help if you told me how you're going to spoil me . . .
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Mm . . . I don't know if I believe you.
[He reaches for the shampoo, though, ready to scrub some in his hair.]
It might help if you told me how you're going to spoil me . . .