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"My arm is all floppy. I'm like a puppet," Enchantress fretted, interrupting the babbling she'd been on for awhile now with sudden coherency. Ulfric startled out of his slackened position holding up a wall, instinctively turning away from the festivities to inspect her, emergency scenarios racing through his mind. But—he paused. Really looked at her—the pout and the upturned eyebrows, holding a limp hand in front of her—looking for all the world like someone had kicked her while he wasn't paying attention. Which... the woman was bafflingly drunk—but the timing matching when he had indeed stopped paying attention was... endearingly specific. "Is it? Hold out your arms, let me see," he requested, gentle and soft. Her arms reaching out as mirror images of one another, zero issues, made him raise a brow. Crossing his arms across his chest, he rocked back on his heel, chittering lightly. "Ah-huh. Perhaps I misheard. I recall you saying—just moments ago—that it was immovable?" "I said floppy, you can say that too—And then I said I was like a puppet," she grinned sideways, finishing her stretch with a glide into a cute little arched back, giggling up at him, the epitome of someone both bubbly, and someone who partook too much of the bubbles. "And... You needed someone to control you? Pull your strings?" He tried, he really did, to follow her joke. He evidently, however, tried to inject too much literality, considering the look she gave him. "No," she scoffed, full offense. "I need someone to hold me," she whined, her eyes practically sparkling up at him. When he didn't move instantly she turned to pouting again while she pulled her arms in to hug herself and rock gently, the picture of holdability such that she was giving an example to her thickskulled companion. He snorted, but let out a faux-weary sigh as he dropped down next to her, faithfully grabbing her waist over the silken fabric she'd worn tonight to pull her over his lap, her little giggles following along the way as her hands irresistibly made their way into the fur of his neck. She'd tucked herself into him like she'd had a slot waiting for her, front legs pulled together off one side of his lap, back legs dangling precariously off the edge behind her as she laid, turned on her hip. He saw no chance where he would be back on his feet before carrying her to bed. Fine with him.

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