[That earns a louder laugh from Zenyatta, rich and warm as cream soup, and in this moment he isn't sure he's ever felt more affectionate towards Jamie.]
I apologise. We "tin cans" can be somewhat literal. [Is that sarcasm in his voice? At the very least it's a hefty dose of irony.] ... honestly. You are the limit.
[Humming pleasantly, he skims his hand down the back of Jamie's thigh and then presses between them, ever so slightly, with his thumb.]
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I apologise. We "tin cans" can be somewhat literal. [Is that sarcasm in his voice? At the very least it's a hefty dose of irony.] ... honestly. You are the limit.
[Humming pleasantly, he skims his hand down the back of Jamie's thigh and then presses between them, ever so slightly, with his thumb.]