[In Lancelot's experience, natural magic may not be broken or fulfilled by half-measures, and so he applies himself accordingly. It requires only a slight tilt of his head to press his lips to the Priest's, to slip his tongue between them at their involuntary parting. The man's mouth is pleasantly warm, and tastes of nothing in particular save his essence-- whatever unnameable flavor that might be.]
/swooning like a maiden fair
[In Lancelot's experience, natural magic may not be broken or fulfilled by half-measures, and so he applies himself accordingly. It requires only a slight tilt of his head to press his lips to the Priest's, to slip his tongue between them at their involuntary parting. The man's mouth is pleasantly warm, and tastes of nothing in particular save his essence-- whatever unnameable flavor that might be.]