“I am six-and-seventy years old. I have known Viserys longer than any who sit at this table and I will not believe that he said this on his deathbed, alone, with only the boy's mother as a witness. This is seizure! It is theft! It is treason!"
The ghouls going feral for it. Fondling his chest and using the liquid as lube. Licking it off his skin. It combines Rains taste of a salty sea breeze, his sweat, the familiar feeling of home he gives off.
And oh the sweet sounds and whimpers the pretty water ghoul lets out if you overstimulate him. His tits perking up.