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He let Samuel stand up, but then caught him again and put his arms around the slender, athletic body from behind, which he would never tire of touching and caressing. Tenderly he leaned his forehead against the human's back, which was soft and very warm compared to that of a turian, no armour. He loved touching a human body, feeling it, smelling it - tasting it, especially this body here. Varius closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Samuel still smelled of the massage oil, of shampoo, of him. Intoxicating.
"Micardelis." He whispered.
Samuel was seized by a shudder at the word. He had mastered the crudest features of the Turian language by now, micardelis meant something like dearest, an expression of deepest affection, love and respect. The soft sigh that emanated from him was also heard by Varius, who finally let him go.
"Alright, I'll let you go, my sweet." He said. "For now."
From Interlude: “Run Aftermath”