The Man of Midnight, [ he repeats in a murmur, savouring the way the mysterious title sounds as he nuzzles warmly against the other man's cheek, dragging his lips over his roughly stubbled cheek. He draws back after a moment, only just enough to be able to meet the thief's gaze. ]
The Golden Knight. [ There's a hidden smile behind his lips as he adds with a nod of his head: ] At your service, Man of Midnight.
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The Golden Knight. [ There's a hidden smile behind his lips as he adds with a nod of his head: ] At your service, Man of Midnight.