You say (OOC), 'I might have to mozy in a sex. Haven't had breakfast yet.'
You say (OOC), 'I mean sec.'
> Aethelred whispers, 'There are places I could caress you, that I'm soure would distract.' to you in common.
You eye Aethelred suspiciously.
You blush.
> (OOC) Aethelred coughs Freudian slip.