[ Kevin's sexual experience thus far consists of furtive, frantic coupling with an eager milkmaid behind the stables. Once. He had been in his teens. After he was formally knighted, he swore that sort of thing off as "impure." His lord's wife, Lady Sinclair, had taken to teasing him that he ought to get married soon. This is a memory that, by rights, ought to bring on more tears, however...
He has never seen a woman fully unclothed before. Certainly not like this. His lips part and his jaw hangs slack; his brain is making pitiful zzzzzt! zzzzzt! noises, or at least that's what it feels like, and — ]
Gah!
[ His whole body jolts, as if galvanized. His hands fly to the back of his head, he spins around, and sputters: ]
I w-wasn't! I mean, I'm not! I — nnngh!
[ What is that noise behind him? It's giggling... no, it's laughing. And probably some pointing, too, but he isn't going to look. Flushing to the roots of his white hair, he holds up one hand like a blinder so he can't see them. ]
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He has never seen a woman fully unclothed before. Certainly not like this. His lips part and his jaw hangs slack; his brain is making pitiful zzzzzt! zzzzzt! noises, or at least that's what it feels like, and — ]
Gah!
[ His whole body jolts, as if galvanized. His hands fly to the back of his head, he spins around, and sputters: ]
I w-wasn't! I mean, I'm not! I — nnngh!
[ What is that noise behind him? It's giggling... no, it's laughing. And probably some pointing, too, but he isn't going to look. Flushing to the roots of his white hair, he holds up one hand like a blinder so he can't see them. ]
Yes, my lady!
[ He takes off down the road, at speed.
The wrong way. ]