[Franz gives only the slightest indication of a change in demeanor. The sort of thing no one but Daedalus was likely to notice, how he licks and then bites his lip slightly, how he pauses, posture stiffening a little in response to the implication of not being allowed to misbehave. It pleases and excites him completely, the very offer of that sort of verbal limitation. He does so love that game with Daedalus, and it is all he can do to keep from springing to the opportunity, puppylike and eager.
He swallows. So close to controlled, but he knows it'll be a tell to Daedalus.]
Well [a merry grin] if you really think I need that sort of discipline...!
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He swallows. So close to controlled, but he knows it'll be a tell to Daedalus.]
Well [a merry grin] if you really think I need that sort of discipline...!