"Our friends at Scotland Yard are getting messy~" He called out, still not opening the door. Noises abounded between that and the next few minutes and then - voila! - the door swung open and small James was in it's frame. Beaming.
"One of the bad points about being a lawful, my dear, is that there is always a trail. Electronic footprint. Can't get away with being invisible, not like I can." Good God he looked manic and excited and frightfully spontaneous. Not in the good way either. In the way that inspired sudden kisses, sudden stabs and sudden hands on throats with a sharp grin. A wild sort of grin. The kind that he got when a chase was occurring. Well now one had started.
"Daddy's getting it sorted," he nodded his head, somewhat sincere sounding and pecked Sebastian's cheek like a child before vanishing back into the dark of his lair. He left the door open, an invitation inside.
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"One of the bad points about being a lawful, my dear, is that there is always a trail. Electronic footprint. Can't get away with being invisible, not like I can." Good God he looked manic and excited and frightfully spontaneous. Not in the good way either. In the way that inspired sudden kisses, sudden stabs and sudden hands on throats with a sharp grin. A wild sort of grin. The kind that he got when a chase was occurring. Well now one had started.
"Daddy's getting it sorted," he nodded his head, somewhat sincere sounding and pecked Sebastian's cheek like a child before vanishing back into the dark of his lair. He left the door open, an invitation inside.