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“Sutures,” Daniil tells him sharply. His hand isn't moving, staying still between Artemy’s leg like the worst kind of tease. “If you move too much, they’re going to tear, and I’m telling you this: I will not lay with a bleeding man. Do you understand?” The threat leaves him at a crossroads; he can choose to argue, which he knows would be stupid, because Daniil doesn't do empty threats. On the other hand, not arguing would feel like giving in, and Artemy doesn’t like giving in. So he settles for a middle ground, which is sourly saying, “if I’m not allowed to move, how are you thinking this will happen?” “I’ll show you,” Daniil tells him calmly, “but only if you do what I tell you.” “That sounds an awful lot like blackmail,” Artemy points out. His bedpartner laughs, and now he’s confused, if intrigued. “Oh, dear Haruspex.” It’s a sigh, spoken against his ear as Dankovsky leans in close, and if the shivers weren’t enough to keep him silent, the nickname surely is. He only thinks he’s called him that once before, and it was when he was trying to make the hardest decision in his life. The contrast is stark, and it takes him out of himself for a moment. “I think there is a lot you could learn.”

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