[Audio]

[witchinbloom]

[For a moment, all the microphone picks up is the swish of bare skin against silk.]

Hey, Wil, you busy?

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[dresden4hire]

You're lucky, you got a redhead.

[witchinbloom]

Mmmmmhmm, I am lucky.

We could share. Maybe. But I get her first.

[dresden4hire]

You sound like you're going to take a while though.

[witchinbloom]

Hey, it's been a while.

Molly's hair was fuchsia. You're telling me she's not willing to try out some nice l'oreal?

[dresden4hire]

Then why wait for Willow?

She said no. But she agreed to some other things.

[witchinbloom]

Sorry, Harry. Not that kind of curse.

What sort of things?

[dresden4hire]

Well that's a change.

Words. Big words.

[witchinbloom]

Haha. It's not my fault the deities seem to think we belong together.

...Wow, Harry, quite a girl you've got there. I can't believe she didn't smack you one for even suggesting it.

[dresden4hire]

Well it's not my fault.

Hey, no laughing. There's nothing sexier than a big vocabulary.

[witchinbloom]

Uh-huh.

Polysyllables turn you on, huh, Harry?

[dresden4hire]

Oh god, that word...

[witchinbloom]

You know, I've heard of literophelia, but that's pretty perverse.

[dresden4hire]

Mmmmm, that's another good word.

[witchinbloom]

Literophilia? Or perverse? They're both pretty impressive. Erudite, you might say.

[dresden4hire]

Oh god...

[witchinbloom]

Poooor Harry. All tortured. And tumescent.