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[Regis lifts his hand and Cor lets him move it readily, expecting the intimate touch to be pushing boundaries a little too far. But then Regis goes and kisses his knuckles and his breath rushes out in surprise. His fingers curl around his King's, squeezing in return. His heart fluttering unsteadily in his chest, the flush of embarrassment and, admittedly, no small amount of guilty pleasure creeping up to encompass his ears as well.]

Hubris, you mean. [The rush of such intimate touches from his king dies slightly with that reminder of the past, it makes him glance aside, not holding Regis' gaze now.]

You cannot pretend I wasn't an arrogant brat.