（ she says that right when he's takin' a drink, an' it's only the grace of god that he doesn't do anythin' more intense than cough on it. he's quick to do so into the crook of his elbow, an' while it's clear he's vaguely uncomfortable (more with the implicit familiarity than the sexual admission) he doesn't blush like he might'a when he was a younger man. ）
Jesus Lord, you ain't a shy one.
（ his tone is wry an' just the faintest bit hoarse. ）
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Jesus Lord, you ain't a shy one.
（ his tone is wry an' just the faintest bit hoarse. ）