[ Though he might be approaching, in technical terms, eighty years old, Hellboy's still in many ways a young man at heart. In Duplicity he's been reminded of that more than once and it happens again as Harley pulls herself up, her tits straining at the fabric of her top. He can't seem to help the way his gaze is drawn to those pale curves, the hard buds of her nipples visible under dark damp thumbprints of the wetness leaking out of her, and feels his own body responding. ]
I, uh.. [ He makes an effort to focus, knowing that she's uncomfortable and might not want to be leered at. ] Is there something that can help? Um. Ice?
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I, uh.. [ He makes an effort to focus, knowing that she's uncomfortable and might not want to be leered at. ] Is there something that can help? Um. Ice?