The similarity is staggering even in the flickering light of the torch he's carrying. This is the duke's son, there's a look of desperation on his face, that you can easily read as insecurity. He withdraws his hand from a nearby lever giving you a sheepish grin.
"Oooh, you scared me..." you pour on your surprise and innocence thickly.
With the handle released, the wall grinds back into position sealing you out of sight with only him for company, the passage plunged into darkness beyond the glow of his torch.
"I ... I don't like the dark." you coo. Darting close to his side, and snuggling up against him. That's not hard given how narrow and confined this passage is hidden between the thick walls of the castle. "Don't leave me... " you beg, taking the chance to press your boosted bust deeper into him.
"Y..Yes... I mean, no I won't leave you alone." his agitation clear. His unfamiliarity with distracting women, and you suspect a certain discomfort with these confined spaces himself.
Keeping the grin from your face, this is exactly the sort of detail you were meant to discover.
"Do you know all these secret ways?" you ask excitedly, hoping he'll leap at the opportunity to impress you.
Even in the dancing shadows, of the flickering flames, it's impossible to miss that his gaze lands more on your bust than your face. It's just as unsurprising that the dancing light hints at the bulge in his pants.
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