He's not attuned enough yet to the intricacies here to follow those abrupt changes of heart, those fleeting moments where she gets subtly uncomfortable; Sarah's good at hiding it, and he can't see anything more or less in it than someone just getting restless after being too long in one position.
(Klaus' voice, a teasing echo of a memory in the back of his head: Now you're gonna have to marry her!
But he knows better. Knows this is a thing of convenience, has to be, is likely a stopgap until the status quo changes and gets them out of here, and that he can't — shouldn't? — expect more from her. Luther's likely more monogamous than not, considering his heart and attraction having been tied down to just one person for all his life until now... but it's hard to tell whether that's by nature or for lack of opportunity. Even he can't really say.)
Once she's rolled off him, Luther goes about fastidiously tucking himself back into his boxers, although he does concede in pulling off the undershirt, then squirming out of his jeans and tossing the pants out of the way, making himself more comfortable in the heat. His legs look more normal compared to the rest of him, too, all that long leggy height a glimmer of what he used to look like.
And he glances down at himself, as if assessing whether or not he's up for another go. But it's like Sarah's just issued another dare, and say this for Luther Hargreeves, but: he can almost never turn down a dare.
"Give me a few, we'll see what we can get up to," he says with a smile that almost, almost looks like a smirk.
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(Klaus' voice, a teasing echo of a memory in the back of his head: Now you're gonna have to marry her!
But he knows better. Knows this is a thing of convenience, has to be, is likely a stopgap until the status quo changes and gets them out of here, and that he can't — shouldn't? — expect more from her. Luther's likely more monogamous than not, considering his heart and attraction having been tied down to just one person for all his life until now... but it's hard to tell whether that's by nature or for lack of opportunity. Even he can't really say.)
Once she's rolled off him, Luther goes about fastidiously tucking himself back into his boxers, although he does concede in pulling off the undershirt, then squirming out of his jeans and tossing the pants out of the way, making himself more comfortable in the heat. His legs look more normal compared to the rest of him, too, all that long leggy height a glimmer of what he used to look like.
And he glances down at himself, as if assessing whether or not he's up for another go. But it's like Sarah's just issued another dare, and say this for Luther Hargreeves, but: he can almost never turn down a dare.
"Give me a few, we'll see what we can get up to," he says with a smile that almost, almost looks like a smirk.
They've both got time to make up for.