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    Galion raised an eyebrow.  “Heat lamp it is.”  His mouth quirked but he refrained from the grin Thranduil was certain was lurking.  “I’ll be sure to airbrush out the, er, effect the air is having.”

    Thranduil glanced at Bard in his designer clothes and swallowed.  Ah.  The chill was indeed affecting the man.  Through the thin cloth, he could make out the man’s erect nipples, and for a moment, pitied the discomfort he was likely suffering.  Even while his eyes remained drawn to the image.  His blood warmed and it took effort to look away.  “Do that,” he murmured.

    “Must we?” Eredhon wheedled.  He, unlike the rest, was perfectly tucked away in a thick winter coat.  “It makes him so much more . . . virile.”

    “Eredhon, not everyone wears their lust on their sleeve,” Galion drawled.