I noticed another extra line in thenovelists.tra :
@333 = ~"*Please* tell me you're not dressing me up in pluderhosen." <CHARNAME> looked at Delio pleadingly.
"Big pants are all the rage this year," replied Delio, amber eyes bright. "They show off those wide, erm, child-siring hips and, of course, there's the necessary conspicuous display of fabric."
<CHARNAME> cringed.
"It's a battlefield like any other. And we need to get our armour and weapons *right*, or we won't even get in the door... what are you doing?"
<CHARNAME>'s nimble fingers wrapped around Delio's wrist, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over the pulse-point and then tugged lightly down. "Don't we both need to smell pretty?" he purred.~ ~ "But when Delio leaned over the bath, blocking the light, <CHARNAME> flinched in the water.
"Sshh," said Delio, drawing back and twisting so that their hands locked, palm to palm and fingers woven. "I'm me, I am yours, I am not some... silver-eyed *thing*."
<CHARNAME> drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "Well then." His teeth flashed in a sudden grin. "But *I* might be. How, m'dear, could you *possibly* test me to your... satisfaction?"
In the flare of lamplight, Delio's eyes became golden and heavy-lidded with desire as they travelled down <CHARNAME>'s lean form from crown to toe-tip and back up again. "I have some ideas."
"I like all your ideas." And he drew Delio down...~