The key is to use the right kind of wax. Nor all candles burn at the same temperature. I don't want to hurt you, just turn you into a quivering puddle of desire.
Very good. Now you need to decide if you want us to go start a bar brawl first or enjoy a little bondage and temperature play and save the brawl for another day.
I know you do. [Why do you think she bothered to make it, Beau? She could get by just fine without it in a place like this. Better, even, given it was likely to make some nervous.]
[If Beau was implying she ever had anywhere to be at night she'd be very surprised, unless someone dragged Lexa to bed or a nearby wall or whatever she mostly spent her nights tucked away in her room by herself or drinking to forget her woes.]
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Oh. Hm.
You know I, that is to say you.... jok.
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Anyway.
What's a cannon.
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You'll have to teach me. I do like being able to swear in multiple languages.
Cannons are the big naval guns on my ship. They shoot 12 pound iron balls. They're also bigger than you in size.
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[Deep breaths, Lexa, deep breaths.]
I can teach you trigedasleng if you really want.
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And how does it sound to you?
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It sounds.
Well, I fell into a display of flowers and chocolates.
Uhm.
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It sounds intriguing. [It sounds hot, possibly literally but also makes her inner everything yell at her for even considering it.]
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Tying me to cannons and playing with candlewax is out of my wheelhouse.
I'm still not sure that's really a thing.
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Yes.
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I fucking love that warpaint.
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Do you want to do the treetop tonight?
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Good. I'll see you then.
I'll get a log up this weekend