[His face flares red, ears flattening back against his skull, and for a slow moment he's all but paralysed. Belatedly, the sound of Adrian's earlier growl and the breathy tone of voice finally hits him, alongside some strange sense of dizziness. Suddenly, it's hot in here.
Totally not all the blood rushing to his face or anything, it's definitely hot in here. He must have the heat cranked up too high or something.
Sufficiently pinned to the floor, Rosso can only manage a very weak response to that question.]
You know it is.
[Somehow, there's still fight in him. Verbally, anyhow.]
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Totally not all the blood rushing to his face or anything, it's definitely hot in here. He must have the heat cranked up too high or something.
Sufficiently pinned to the floor, Rosso can only manage a very weak response to that question.]
You know it is.
[Somehow, there's still fight in him. Verbally, anyhow.]