Azar poured another liquid into the cauldron to produce a tiny cloud of green. When Karys asked if Azar had eaten Ziosti, he breezily answered, “I’ve only sampled you,” Without taking his gaze off what he was doing. Every now and then he made little adjustments and scribbled something in ur-kittat on a small notebook with his left hand. However, Karys’ next question gave him pause, mainly because it was accompanied with a very affectionate term of endearment. Azar drew up to his full height, giving a smirk to the other man.
“So you call me that even outside of the throes of passion?” He teased, watching his lover turn an even brighter shade of red. Karys’ reaction to the note was curiously odd. The taller man was normally vocal, almost to a fault, and wore his emotions on his sleeve. And yet this time he held things close to chest, clearly carefully choosing his words. Azar didn’t miss any of this, eyeing him silently as he spoke.
When Karys asked for the name, Azar had to bite back from grinning, “A Zabrak by the name of Kuvo Dalon,” He said casually, “A rather large and unruly boy,” He mused.
Azar let his potion brew and simmer as he walked over towards Karys. He smiled up at the other man, reaching up to steal a kiss, “I can handle spicy just fine, babe,” He murmured quietly before he gave Karys a playful wink.
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