[ If he was being honest with himself, he isn't thinking. He's doing. Acting on impulse. Right now, he wants to keep Molly to himself and soak up the friend he's been missing, gutted that he had been supplanted by such a cold and distant stranger. When he gets his tusks poked he sees nothing of Lucien in the man beneath him and no air of caution drifts across the back of his neck.
He tosses his hair for show, acting smug. ]
I know, they're pretty great. Also useful, many a tiefling has been gored to date.
[ And he's going to pretend to go after that hand again with gnashing teeth, if Molly doesn't pull it back. ]
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He tosses his hair for show, acting smug. ]
I know, they're pretty great. Also useful, many a tiefling has been gored to date.
[ And he's going to pretend to go after that hand again with gnashing teeth, if Molly doesn't pull it back. ]