Eyes (DeaconLukas Drabble)
Have you ever found it difficult to look a person directly in the face because of their eyes? Something about them, whether they're vibrant, strange, alluring, creepy as fuck, whatever the reasoning might be, I have a problem looking into people's faces when I talk sometimes.
Him especially.
Yes, I have seen many different colored eyes along my seemingly short life, blue, green, violet, orange, hell I've even seen a guy with completely white eyes. Milky in color. That guy was fucking creepy, thankfully he and Reckoning hit it off well together and I never saw him again. But red, I can never look a person directly in the face if they have those colored eyes.
I immediately think of him, and that frustrates me to no end.
At first our little “game” those few weeks ago was supposed to be that, a game and one that should have ended there. I refused to believe that I actually have feelings for that man. They were only those whimsical feelings when you fuck or get fucked by someone, deluding yourself into thinking that you actually like said person. I went through with his idea simply because it was an easy invitation. Granted, yes, he had to convince me, but I look back on it now as a release, a night where two people could forget about the world around them and simply indulge in sinful pleasures.
The fact that I'm having lingering feelings that I'm NOT supposed to have is what is bothering me. Lukas has basically left me be, mostly because he's been very busy with his own work and so have I, but he still comes around during my morning routine, either attempting to strike up conversation, which I regretfully respond to with OUT being a complete asshole, or simply is quiet company.
Like right now. I'm essentially hiding behind this newspaper because I can't even look at him without my heart starting to pound like a lovesick, horny teenager. I know he has those tinted glasses of his sitting on top of his head, and he's staring at me through the newsprint. I can't hide from those eyes, those luminescent crimson orbs that look directly at you, and only you when he gives you his attention. I now know why he always has something covering them.
“Hey, Deacon.” I swallowed hard, my fingers crinkling the newspaper as I gripped it tighter suddenly. A hand came up and pulled the newsprint down and I let him do it without snapping at him like I would do anyone else. My eyes were downcast at the table though, I refused to look at him. “Why don't you look at me when I'm talking with you?”
“Because.”
“Because why?” Lukas' voice wavered a little as he asked. I looked up at him noticing the pained look on his face, and sure enough when I caught sight of those eyes, my heart hammered against my ribcage and my cigarette nearly fell out of my mouth. Damnit, I'm not...
“Because I can't.” My voice wasn't nearly as strong as I wanted It to be.
Lukas' fingers tightened in the paper he was holding, a distant laugh left him. “I think I know why.” He turned his head away from me looking out over the lobby while biting down on his bottom lip. “You can't look me in the face because of what we did right?” Lukas turned back, ruby red eyes glowing at me. “Because of these.” He stated pointing toward his eyes.
My throat tightened as he said it, shocked. A pained smile crept across Lukas lips as he let the paper go and looked down at the table. “And here I was thinking that it might be different. You're scared of me just like everyone else.”
Now that, that just pissed me off. Within the next few seconds, all I could remember was the loud crashing and clattering of chairs and tables with Lukas staring up at me surprise plastered all over his features as he was pinned underneath me. “I fucking dare you to say that I'm scared of a little shit like you. Do it, see what happens if you say that again.” I growled out at him, my fists bunched in the front of his shirt, lifting him off of the ground.
A heavy silence laced with panting breaths lingered in the air before I felt his hands pulling down on my shirt collar and his lips on mine. I pulled back away out of reaction, but he followed, arm wrapping behind my neck and pulling me in deeper. All the anger that I had melted away into uncontrollable lust as the fists loosened from the front of his shirt and pushed him back down against the tile. The ravaging kisses spilled out between us and I pulled back abruptly when I felt his thigh rubbing up against my crotch.
Eyes half-lidded with a smile across his face, Lukas looked at me, and then glanced to the side. “Get up and follow me.” My eyes narrowed at the tone of his voice, but he completely ignored it. As we stood, Lukas grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the, unseen by me until now, growing crowd hovering around us. I looked back and couldn't stop the flush creeping up on me.
“A bathroom? Really? This is your idea of a good place to-”
“Shut up.” Lukas snapped at me, locking the door behind him.
“What did you say?” Instantly not liking what he was saying. He didn't answer and only shoved me against the wall with inhuman strength, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand while the other gently cupped and stroked upward on the growing hardness in my jeans. Panic ran through me quickly, and testing against the fleshy bond of his hand made it instantly clear that I would not be able to overpower him. “Let me go Lukas.”
“No.” I winced as he squeezed his hand around my confined dick. Vibrant vermilion eyes looked me up and down before a grin plastered across his lips. “Not until you show me that you aren't afraid.”
My heart jumped up into my throat. “W-what!? I already told you that I'm not-”
“Not afraid, yes I know. Do you know how many people I've been with that tell me the same thing? They're all lovely dovey with me at first and then I show them how serious I am and it scares them. My face scares them, my eyes scare them, my movements scare them, everything.” Lukas leaned in next to my ear, “The look on your face right now is the same as theirs. Afraid of the unknown, afraid of the Chevalier, afraid of letting go.”
I was too drawn into his words when I felt calloused fingertips work up and down on my now exposed member. For the first time in a very very very long time, I felt incredibly vulnerable. Under the hands of a Chevalier, a powerful one at that, what could one human do to stop him? And those fingers, those touches, I almost didn't want to stop him. It was abundantly clear now that our last encounter he allowed me to do what I wanted to him and not that I was forcing him along.
A game right? Hmph, apparently so.
Lukas fell silent as he started to orally molest my ear, nipping at the lobe and then sucking on the skin right under my jaw. In combination of that with the toying on my cock, I could feel noise in my throat attempting to escape. My pride didn't allow it though, but I did have to bite my lip to prevent it. Pleasure fluttered through me, making my legs weak and my fingertips prickling to a sort of numbness. The hand on my cock left, as it ran across the planes of my body, pausing at the occasional scar where he pressed harder touches into them.
The sloppy sucking and kissing on my throat stopped when Lukas felt that he had marked me enough and leaned his forehead against the spot looking down at my body. “No one else deserves you...” He murmured, his nails flicking and pinching one of my nipples.
A sound from my throat finally fled as his ministrations continued, my face contorted in embarrassment. An internal chuckle from Lukas was all I heard as he leaned up, kissing my face while tweaking the bud even harder. His leg pressed against my cock, gently rocking back and forth. “I want to belong to you, but I want you to belong to me. No one else can have this..”
“I'm not... a pet...”
“I never said you were.”
“Then- then what?”
Lukas smiled, “I thought that was clear what you are to me. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you since our night together. I can't get you out of my head, I can't get the sight of a blazing sapphire eye boring into me as I can still feel you fucking me with everything you had, I can't get the idea of you finding someone else without me out of my head, and I also can't even fathom what you've done to me. You've unraveled me to the point of I can't even think straight without the idea of you not being there.” Lukas paused in his tirade, grasping my chin and making me look at him, “When I started to realize that you wouldn't even look at me when we talked, I knew, I knew that I had done to you what I had done to everyone else. My love for you came out far to strongly.”
I couldn't help but laugh at him then, “That's an understatement...”
Lukas frowned at my comment, “Then what? What am I to you Deacon?”
Even though he was overpowering me, I could feel the control slipping. “Annoying.”
“That's it?”
I didn't say anymore in response. Part of me wanted to gush out everything that I was hiding, but part of me didn't want to give him the satisfaction that I fell for him, and the latter won out over the former. For the first time, I actually saw anger wash over Lukas' face and without warning my feet were knocked out from underneath me and I fell to a kneeling position in front of the Chevalier. Both of his hands kneaded through my scalp, gripping at the hair harshly before ripping my head backward painfully so I looked him straight in the face. “If that's the case then, I guess this is only going to be good for me. I will enjoy breaking you.”
The temperature around the room seemed to drop a few degrees and a heavy dark aura flooded my senses. As I looked into those eyes, I could see only anger and disappointment. It was then I realized that I probably SHOULD have said something as I felt like I was stepping into something I wasn't going to easily step out of, at least not without getting injured. My hands pressed against his thighs to push him away but he didn't even budge.
The fingers digging into my hair moved down my face, tilting my chin up and ever so gently stroking the underside of my jaw much like you would do with a cat. When I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, I didn't even need to guess what he was planning. “Don't even think about it.” Was all I ground out at him.
The expression on his face didn't change. He simply stared down at me, and I gazed back, flinching when I felt his cock touch the side of my face, “You don't, I break your neck.”
“You're a liar.” I heard something crack above me and I saw Lukas' fist through the wall. “That's not my neck.” Before I could close my mouth, Lukas' other hand had gripped my chin and pried my jaw open by pressing against the hinge.
“You bite me, I swear you'll regret it.” Anger crackled through me as I glowered up at him, feeling the hard flesh dip past my forced open mouth. I didn't realize it, but Lukas was far bigger than I thought he was as I could feel him scraping across both sets of teeth. I choked when I felt him up against the back of my throat and he growled, “Only halfway, apparently this is your first time hm?” Oh, he was so dead after this, so very very dead. I don't care what he is, I'll find some way to kill him. Lukas sighed as he looked down, “Despite that, you make it look good, and feel good for that matter.”
Without anymore choice words, Lukas pulled back, his hand still on my jaw, and used my mouth as a fuck toy. The repetitive motions made it hard for me not to want to bite down on him. My palms clawed into his thighs trying to hurt him, but I think I was only making it feel better on him because the fingers on my jaw started to loosen. It wasn't long before the restricting hand fell down to cup under my chin as he continued to gently fuck my mouth. It wasn't a completely terrible feeling, the wet friction against my lips made that tingling sensation rise and fall through me. It was strange though, I reveled more in the reaction I was pulling from Lukas then my own pleasure.
Moans and heavy breaths left him when I felt him hunch over me, his other hand supporting himself on the wall. I looked up, surprised to see his face completely flushed and eyes wet. Incoherent mutterings left his lips as I stared up at him, there was only one thing I could actually understand.
“Don't.. don't leave me...”
Seeing as how I couldn't talk to him, I kneaded his thighs and attempted to meet him by licking and sucking. The panting and groaning increased in length and depth, and his hips began to slow down from my ministrations to him until they stopped all together. I attempted to copy Lukas' techniques when he did it on me, of course with far less fervor, I don't know how he did half of the things he did with his tongue when he did it to me. The hand under my chin laced through my hair tightening and loosening sporadically. The idea of what I must look like walked through my brain a few times, but I tried not to think about it. I can only imagine what the rumors are going to be from the growing crowd at the cafe... I mean, there's already been rumors of the two of us being together, but now people have actually seen proof...
I bet Lukas' fangirls are already screaming and squealing about the two of us.
The Chevalier's hips began to jerk, thrusting into my mouth a bit too far for me to handle, and I choked again, pulling him out so I could cough. I could hear him apologize softly above me but he wasted no time to shove himself back into my mouth. I kept a hand on the base of his cock to prevent him from going too far next time.
The wet, slick sounds echoed off of the walls in the bathroom, and I found myself continuing to enjoy it, as my hand found its way down to my weeping member, giving it a squeeze and earning Lukas a moan around his dick. The Chevalier twitched, gasping for air. “Dea... I'm, God, you're really good... Almost...”
I felt the organ shudder against my tongue and Lukas' hand grip tight in my hair. Another whimpered apology left him as he stifled a cry into his arm and came hard while he was still halfway in my mouth. His seed was hot, spurts filling my mouth until I had to spit some of it out. I swallowed the rest, a lingering fear of what sort of strange Chevalier disease I would get from doing so. Lukas pulled out of my mouth looking down at me, a loud exhale leaving him as he did. I'm sure I looked pretty much like a slut at that moment, a grumble passing my lips as the thought crossed my mind. Lukas knelt down next to me, lapping up the remainder of himself and kissed me deeply.
Leaning back he gazed into my face, smiling, “Am I still annoying?”
“Yes.”
He frowned again, “You're an asshole.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Why am I annoying?”
The words came out before I could stop them. “You're annoying because I can't look anyone in the face who has red eyes without immediately thinking of you, you're annoying because I actually felt bad throwing away Ann Marie's chair thinking that it was only a fleeting moment for me again, and you're annoying because there isn't an hour that goes by when I wish you would drop by and say hello.”
Lukas was speechless staring at me, but then a cheeky grin grew across his lips, “You know Deacon, that almost sounded like you said you loved me.”
“I don't recall ever saying such words in the previous statement.”
He kissed me again, “I'm sorry for what I said earlier.”
“If you're sorry then you'll let me fuck you, and I'm not going to take no for an answer.”
“Why would such words ever pass my lips?”
“Hmph, true enough.”
Him especially.
Yes, I have seen many different colored eyes along my seemingly short life, blue, green, violet, orange, hell I've even seen a guy with completely white eyes. Milky in color. That guy was fucking creepy, thankfully he and Reckoning hit it off well together and I never saw him again. But red, I can never look a person directly in the face if they have those colored eyes.
I immediately think of him, and that frustrates me to no end.
At first our little “game” those few weeks ago was supposed to be that, a game and one that should have ended there. I refused to believe that I actually have feelings for that man. They were only those whimsical feelings when you fuck or get fucked by someone, deluding yourself into thinking that you actually like said person. I went through with his idea simply because it was an easy invitation. Granted, yes, he had to convince me, but I look back on it now as a release, a night where two people could forget about the world around them and simply indulge in sinful pleasures.
The fact that I'm having lingering feelings that I'm NOT supposed to have is what is bothering me. Lukas has basically left me be, mostly because he's been very busy with his own work and so have I, but he still comes around during my morning routine, either attempting to strike up conversation, which I regretfully respond to with OUT being a complete asshole, or simply is quiet company.
Like right now. I'm essentially hiding behind this newspaper because I can't even look at him without my heart starting to pound like a lovesick, horny teenager. I know he has those tinted glasses of his sitting on top of his head, and he's staring at me through the newsprint. I can't hide from those eyes, those luminescent crimson orbs that look directly at you, and only you when he gives you his attention. I now know why he always has something covering them.
“Hey, Deacon.” I swallowed hard, my fingers crinkling the newspaper as I gripped it tighter suddenly. A hand came up and pulled the newsprint down and I let him do it without snapping at him like I would do anyone else. My eyes were downcast at the table though, I refused to look at him. “Why don't you look at me when I'm talking with you?”
“Because.”
“Because why?” Lukas' voice wavered a little as he asked. I looked up at him noticing the pained look on his face, and sure enough when I caught sight of those eyes, my heart hammered against my ribcage and my cigarette nearly fell out of my mouth. Damnit, I'm not...
“Because I can't.” My voice wasn't nearly as strong as I wanted It to be.
Lukas' fingers tightened in the paper he was holding, a distant laugh left him. “I think I know why.” He turned his head away from me looking out over the lobby while biting down on his bottom lip. “You can't look me in the face because of what we did right?” Lukas turned back, ruby red eyes glowing at me. “Because of these.” He stated pointing toward his eyes.
My throat tightened as he said it, shocked. A pained smile crept across Lukas lips as he let the paper go and looked down at the table. “And here I was thinking that it might be different. You're scared of me just like everyone else.”
Now that, that just pissed me off. Within the next few seconds, all I could remember was the loud crashing and clattering of chairs and tables with Lukas staring up at me surprise plastered all over his features as he was pinned underneath me. “I fucking dare you to say that I'm scared of a little shit like you. Do it, see what happens if you say that again.” I growled out at him, my fists bunched in the front of his shirt, lifting him off of the ground.
A heavy silence laced with panting breaths lingered in the air before I felt his hands pulling down on my shirt collar and his lips on mine. I pulled back away out of reaction, but he followed, arm wrapping behind my neck and pulling me in deeper. All the anger that I had melted away into uncontrollable lust as the fists loosened from the front of his shirt and pushed him back down against the tile. The ravaging kisses spilled out between us and I pulled back abruptly when I felt his thigh rubbing up against my crotch.
Eyes half-lidded with a smile across his face, Lukas looked at me, and then glanced to the side. “Get up and follow me.” My eyes narrowed at the tone of his voice, but he completely ignored it. As we stood, Lukas grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the, unseen by me until now, growing crowd hovering around us. I looked back and couldn't stop the flush creeping up on me.
“A bathroom? Really? This is your idea of a good place to-”
“Shut up.” Lukas snapped at me, locking the door behind him.
“What did you say?” Instantly not liking what he was saying. He didn't answer and only shoved me against the wall with inhuman strength, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand while the other gently cupped and stroked upward on the growing hardness in my jeans. Panic ran through me quickly, and testing against the fleshy bond of his hand made it instantly clear that I would not be able to overpower him. “Let me go Lukas.”
“No.” I winced as he squeezed his hand around my confined dick. Vibrant vermilion eyes looked me up and down before a grin plastered across his lips. “Not until you show me that you aren't afraid.”
My heart jumped up into my throat. “W-what!? I already told you that I'm not-”
“Not afraid, yes I know. Do you know how many people I've been with that tell me the same thing? They're all lovely dovey with me at first and then I show them how serious I am and it scares them. My face scares them, my eyes scare them, my movements scare them, everything.” Lukas leaned in next to my ear, “The look on your face right now is the same as theirs. Afraid of the unknown, afraid of the Chevalier, afraid of letting go.”
I was too drawn into his words when I felt calloused fingertips work up and down on my now exposed member. For the first time in a very very very long time, I felt incredibly vulnerable. Under the hands of a Chevalier, a powerful one at that, what could one human do to stop him? And those fingers, those touches, I almost didn't want to stop him. It was abundantly clear now that our last encounter he allowed me to do what I wanted to him and not that I was forcing him along.
A game right? Hmph, apparently so.
Lukas fell silent as he started to orally molest my ear, nipping at the lobe and then sucking on the skin right under my jaw. In combination of that with the toying on my cock, I could feel noise in my throat attempting to escape. My pride didn't allow it though, but I did have to bite my lip to prevent it. Pleasure fluttered through me, making my legs weak and my fingertips prickling to a sort of numbness. The hand on my cock left, as it ran across the planes of my body, pausing at the occasional scar where he pressed harder touches into them.
The sloppy sucking and kissing on my throat stopped when Lukas felt that he had marked me enough and leaned his forehead against the spot looking down at my body. “No one else deserves you...” He murmured, his nails flicking and pinching one of my nipples.
A sound from my throat finally fled as his ministrations continued, my face contorted in embarrassment. An internal chuckle from Lukas was all I heard as he leaned up, kissing my face while tweaking the bud even harder. His leg pressed against my cock, gently rocking back and forth. “I want to belong to you, but I want you to belong to me. No one else can have this..”
“I'm not... a pet...”
“I never said you were.”
“Then- then what?”
Lukas smiled, “I thought that was clear what you are to me. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you since our night together. I can't get you out of my head, I can't get the sight of a blazing sapphire eye boring into me as I can still feel you fucking me with everything you had, I can't get the idea of you finding someone else without me out of my head, and I also can't even fathom what you've done to me. You've unraveled me to the point of I can't even think straight without the idea of you not being there.” Lukas paused in his tirade, grasping my chin and making me look at him, “When I started to realize that you wouldn't even look at me when we talked, I knew, I knew that I had done to you what I had done to everyone else. My love for you came out far to strongly.”
I couldn't help but laugh at him then, “That's an understatement...”
Lukas frowned at my comment, “Then what? What am I to you Deacon?”
Even though he was overpowering me, I could feel the control slipping. “Annoying.”
“That's it?”
I didn't say anymore in response. Part of me wanted to gush out everything that I was hiding, but part of me didn't want to give him the satisfaction that I fell for him, and the latter won out over the former. For the first time, I actually saw anger wash over Lukas' face and without warning my feet were knocked out from underneath me and I fell to a kneeling position in front of the Chevalier. Both of his hands kneaded through my scalp, gripping at the hair harshly before ripping my head backward painfully so I looked him straight in the face. “If that's the case then, I guess this is only going to be good for me. I will enjoy breaking you.”
The temperature around the room seemed to drop a few degrees and a heavy dark aura flooded my senses. As I looked into those eyes, I could see only anger and disappointment. It was then I realized that I probably SHOULD have said something as I felt like I was stepping into something I wasn't going to easily step out of, at least not without getting injured. My hands pressed against his thighs to push him away but he didn't even budge.
The fingers digging into my hair moved down my face, tilting my chin up and ever so gently stroking the underside of my jaw much like you would do with a cat. When I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down, I didn't even need to guess what he was planning. “Don't even think about it.” Was all I ground out at him.
The expression on his face didn't change. He simply stared down at me, and I gazed back, flinching when I felt his cock touch the side of my face, “You don't, I break your neck.”
“You're a liar.” I heard something crack above me and I saw Lukas' fist through the wall. “That's not my neck.” Before I could close my mouth, Lukas' other hand had gripped my chin and pried my jaw open by pressing against the hinge.
“You bite me, I swear you'll regret it.” Anger crackled through me as I glowered up at him, feeling the hard flesh dip past my forced open mouth. I didn't realize it, but Lukas was far bigger than I thought he was as I could feel him scraping across both sets of teeth. I choked when I felt him up against the back of my throat and he growled, “Only halfway, apparently this is your first time hm?” Oh, he was so dead after this, so very very dead. I don't care what he is, I'll find some way to kill him. Lukas sighed as he looked down, “Despite that, you make it look good, and feel good for that matter.”
Without anymore choice words, Lukas pulled back, his hand still on my jaw, and used my mouth as a fuck toy. The repetitive motions made it hard for me not to want to bite down on him. My palms clawed into his thighs trying to hurt him, but I think I was only making it feel better on him because the fingers on my jaw started to loosen. It wasn't long before the restricting hand fell down to cup under my chin as he continued to gently fuck my mouth. It wasn't a completely terrible feeling, the wet friction against my lips made that tingling sensation rise and fall through me. It was strange though, I reveled more in the reaction I was pulling from Lukas then my own pleasure.
Moans and heavy breaths left him when I felt him hunch over me, his other hand supporting himself on the wall. I looked up, surprised to see his face completely flushed and eyes wet. Incoherent mutterings left his lips as I stared up at him, there was only one thing I could actually understand.
“Don't.. don't leave me...”
Seeing as how I couldn't talk to him, I kneaded his thighs and attempted to meet him by licking and sucking. The panting and groaning increased in length and depth, and his hips began to slow down from my ministrations to him until they stopped all together. I attempted to copy Lukas' techniques when he did it on me, of course with far less fervor, I don't know how he did half of the things he did with his tongue when he did it to me. The hand under my chin laced through my hair tightening and loosening sporadically. The idea of what I must look like walked through my brain a few times, but I tried not to think about it. I can only imagine what the rumors are going to be from the growing crowd at the cafe... I mean, there's already been rumors of the two of us being together, but now people have actually seen proof...
I bet Lukas' fangirls are already screaming and squealing about the two of us.
The Chevalier's hips began to jerk, thrusting into my mouth a bit too far for me to handle, and I choked again, pulling him out so I could cough. I could hear him apologize softly above me but he wasted no time to shove himself back into my mouth. I kept a hand on the base of his cock to prevent him from going too far next time.
The wet, slick sounds echoed off of the walls in the bathroom, and I found myself continuing to enjoy it, as my hand found its way down to my weeping member, giving it a squeeze and earning Lukas a moan around his dick. The Chevalier twitched, gasping for air. “Dea... I'm, God, you're really good... Almost...”
I felt the organ shudder against my tongue and Lukas' hand grip tight in my hair. Another whimpered apology left him as he stifled a cry into his arm and came hard while he was still halfway in my mouth. His seed was hot, spurts filling my mouth until I had to spit some of it out. I swallowed the rest, a lingering fear of what sort of strange Chevalier disease I would get from doing so. Lukas pulled out of my mouth looking down at me, a loud exhale leaving him as he did. I'm sure I looked pretty much like a slut at that moment, a grumble passing my lips as the thought crossed my mind. Lukas knelt down next to me, lapping up the remainder of himself and kissed me deeply.
Leaning back he gazed into my face, smiling, “Am I still annoying?”
“Yes.”
He frowned again, “You're an asshole.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Why am I annoying?”
The words came out before I could stop them. “You're annoying because I can't look anyone in the face who has red eyes without immediately thinking of you, you're annoying because I actually felt bad throwing away Ann Marie's chair thinking that it was only a fleeting moment for me again, and you're annoying because there isn't an hour that goes by when I wish you would drop by and say hello.”
Lukas was speechless staring at me, but then a cheeky grin grew across his lips, “You know Deacon, that almost sounded like you said you loved me.”
“I don't recall ever saying such words in the previous statement.”
He kissed me again, “I'm sorry for what I said earlier.”
“If you're sorry then you'll let me fuck you, and I'm not going to take no for an answer.”
“Why would such words ever pass my lips?”
“Hmph, true enough.”