It pertains to everybody, though thankfully, the young men of her acquaintance have so far respected her requests to stop when things got as far as she was willing to let them go. Granted, none of them had gotten her drunk and high. But Narcissa thinks that perhaps Rabastan will still be cognisant of her boundaries, especially if she isn't.
"I..." She pauses there, momentarily lost in her train of thought, then reaches out to press a fingertip to his inner elbow. "Shall. Hold you to that."
Her smile is hazy and perhaps a touch vacant, the potion having more than done its job.
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Aaaahhhh cool!
Date: 2013-11-08 01:52 pm (UTC)"I..." She pauses there, momentarily lost in her train of thought, then reaches out to press a fingertip to his inner elbow. "Shall. Hold you to that."
Her smile is hazy and perhaps a touch vacant, the potion having more than done its job.