[ Without hesitation. He's still nuzzling against the crook of Bastien's neck, because there's a bit of shyness to him, too, in saying this. But there's no doubt, from the aching sincerity of his voice, that he means it. ]
I am yours. If my soul were drawn from my body, dearest Bastien, it would find its way to you and wrap around your ankles like a purring cat. There is no part of me that is not wholly in your mercy.
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[ Without hesitation. He's still nuzzling against the crook of Bastien's neck, because there's a bit of shyness to him, too, in saying this. But there's no doubt, from the aching sincerity of his voice, that he means it. ]
I am yours. If my soul were drawn from my body, dearest Bastien, it would find its way to you and wrap around your ankles like a purring cat. There is no part of me that is not wholly in your mercy.