[The show of nearly desperate force is intriguing-- but not moreso than it is arousing. This even tempered young priest, some other Servant's Master, claiming the kiss for his own, pressing against him with force that would budge a mortal man a step back-- Lancelot makes a low sound into the now rough kiss, bringing up his free hand to ghost gloved fingertips along Kirie Kotamine's throat and jaw.
It's plain the man is not smitten with him, which is just as well, but Lancelot responds to the tension in the kiss. The Tower is a rather tense place, after all-- and release can be a rare bird to find. He breaks the kiss without drawing back, his hand on Kirie Kotamine's back drifting down to his narrow waist, his lips brushing the Priest's as he speaks.]
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It's plain the man is not smitten with him, which is just as well, but Lancelot responds to the tension in the kiss. The Tower is a rather tense place, after all-- and release can be a rare bird to find.
He breaks the kiss without drawing back, his hand on Kirie Kotamine's back drifting down to his narrow waist, his lips brushing the Priest's as he speaks.]
Do you seek something I may give you, Priest?