[ There might be a version of events where Marcus absorbs her meaning and otherwise does nothing more with it than file it away amongst all the other interesting aspects to this conversation. But that version could only exist has not Marcus himself guided them to this point, where politics are abandoned on the floor and Benevenuta twists around just so.
He sets the wineskin aside, rather than drink from it.
And he reaches out instead to smooth his palm up the side of her long neck, his fingers mapping to the curved line of spine to skull. He is not rough in his forcefulness, but he does draw her in closer in a way that demands she come to him. ]
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He sets the wineskin aside, rather than drink from it.
And he reaches out instead to smooth his palm up the side of her long neck, his fingers mapping to the curved line of spine to skull. He is not rough in his forcefulness, but he does draw her in closer in a way that demands she come to him. ]