[Jones feels his limbs turn to jelly at the touch, and one of his knees very nearly buckles as if Sylvanas' hand were much, much heavier than it actually was. He lowers his head and avoids her eyes, tentacles curling around the buttons of his seacoat.
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Date: 2013-12-09 02:05 am (UTC)She likes it. That has to be enough]