He ends up kneeling above Lon'qu's lap as he grapples with a sash, giving a frustrated grunt before he manages to undo the knot. Any bystander would be scandalized by what he's doing, but he can't be bothered to worry about such things at the moment. His immediate priority is yanking open Lon'qu's shirt open and the waist of his pants down until he manages to find the same mark emblazoned on his abdomen.
Serpico stares at it in silence for a moment, brow furrowed and breaths coming in low rasps. Then he gives a long sigh as he sinks down, ending up kneeling in Lon'qu's lap.
It feels like a natural position to be in, his body yearning to maintain an intimate distance between them, but he's distracted rubbing a hand against his temple, speaking in a low mutter.
"I see. Something like this would certainly be a good distraction. If a general were to be affected by something like this, no doubt with his second-in-command present, the chaos it would cause ... In a best-case scenario, the discomfort would hamper their ability to fight. Complicate their plans. But in a worst-case scenario, someone might be banished or executed to hide the shame."
His words trail off into a frustrated noise, and Serpico ducks his head in thought. Then finally, he meets Lon'qu's gaze once more. Grimly resigned.
"... well, I'm fairly certain it won't kill us." He sighs as he settles his weight back down, frowning as he touches at the mark on his own body. It feels hot to touch, and tingly. "At least, not for a while. So you've no need to worry that we've been poisoned. It's a curse."
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Serpico stares at it in silence for a moment, brow furrowed and breaths coming in low rasps. Then he gives a long sigh as he sinks down, ending up kneeling in Lon'qu's lap.
It feels like a natural position to be in, his body yearning to maintain an intimate distance between them, but he's distracted rubbing a hand against his temple, speaking in a low mutter.
"I see. Something like this would certainly be a good distraction. If a general were to be affected by something like this, no doubt with his second-in-command present, the chaos it would cause ... In a best-case scenario, the discomfort would hamper their ability to fight. Complicate their plans. But in a worst-case scenario, someone might be banished or executed to hide the shame."
His words trail off into a frustrated noise, and Serpico ducks his head in thought. Then finally, he meets Lon'qu's gaze once more. Grimly resigned.
"... well, I'm fairly certain it won't kill us." He sighs as he settles his weight back down, frowning as he touches at the mark on his own body. It feels hot to touch, and tingly. "At least, not for a while. So you've no need to worry that we've been poisoned. It's a curse."