[ Lester swallows, instinctively wanting to pull his arm back. He's mortal now. He can't deal with pain. He also knows, deep down, that he can trust Max. At least on a surface level.
So he doesn't pull back, instead reaching over and rolling his sleeve up, ignoring how his hairs stand on end with goosebumps - ]
Give me a taste. [ Lester winks, with zero subtlety, ] I can handle it.
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So he doesn't pull back, instead reaching over and rolling his sleeve up, ignoring how his hairs stand on end with goosebumps - ]
Give me a taste. [ Lester winks, with zero subtlety, ] I can handle it.