Despite having no prior fond memories of being touched by a god (outside of Ourania's hug the week before), Joshua feels no malice in this touch, just affection. He takes the ruffle good-naturedly, only lifting his hand to fix his hair back into place once he's certain that Beiwe is finished. ]
Whatever it is you have made, it smells lovely. I would be happy to try it.
[ He could have, like Clive, politely declined. But it does smell good, in all honesty. ]
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Despite having no prior fond memories of being touched by a god (outside of Ourania's hug the week before), Joshua feels no malice in this touch, just affection. He takes the ruffle good-naturedly, only lifting his hand to fix his hair back into place once he's certain that Beiwe is finished. ]
Whatever it is you have made, it smells lovely. I would be happy to try it.
[ He could have, like Clive, politely declined. But it does smell good, in all honesty. ]