[He can tell - when his magic starts to flood her mind, he can tell just from how much she starts looking for more out of this kiss of theirs. A moan manages to pass between them as he turns his head, pressing in to share as much of his toxins with her as he possibly can... quietly grateful that this is something she seems to enjoy, even though he can't promise her that all her visions will always be pleasant.
Can he control the hallucinations, once she has them? Yes. But that requires active thought, which isn't really in large supply when her hands are wandering across his skin like this.
He may not have much in the way of any muscle definition, really, but the light grip is appreciated regardless - Louis pressing into her hand just to chase the warmth of it against his cool skin, already needing to shift from knee-to-knee above her lap where he sits.]
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A moan manages to pass between them as he turns his head, pressing in to share as much of his toxins with her as he possibly can... quietly grateful that this is something she seems to enjoy, even though he can't promise her that all her visions will always be pleasant.
Can he control the hallucinations, once she has them?
Yes.
But that requires active thought, which isn't really in large supply when her hands are wandering across his skin like this.
He may not have much in the way of any muscle definition, really, but the light grip is appreciated regardless - Louis pressing into her hand just to chase the warmth of it against his cool skin, already needing to shift from knee-to-knee above her lap where he sits.]