27.Apr.20, 10:52 AM
"Kitten suits you," he murmured with the lock of hair in his fingers. The urge to give it a tug squelched before dropping it to her shoulder. "Then I shall endeavor to find you some chocolate," N'vian told her with a smirk as he sipped his wine. Did he want to keep her attention? He wasn't quite sure the headache of K'tir would be worth it, but N'vian didn't mind giving the girl a thrill at the moment. What harm could it do really? Unless she got a bit clingy over nothing, that would be the only trouble but N'vian shrugged the thought off as his eyes twinkled at her.
Kitten definitely suited her. He could see the claws beneath her innocence and N'vian was suddenly intrigued by her. She wasn't scared off from the innuendo in his words, sent scurrying away like a lamb with her tail on fire, instead she gave it back two-fold. "Men and women have enjoyed your talents," he gave a mock gasp and shifted slightly to turn more fully to her, "They must be some very talented hands." Her smirk was adorable, her flirting was adorable and N'vian grinned at her around the edge of his glass.
Wine was always a pleasant drink, warmth and fruit and hints of smoke. Tossing the rest of his contents back, N'vian reached for the skin to refil his glass. He lifted it to tops hers off, blue eyes never leaving her face. "And how," he began softly, "Would my Kitten persuade me to ask nicely?"
Kitten definitely suited her. He could see the claws beneath her innocence and N'vian was suddenly intrigued by her. She wasn't scared off from the innuendo in his words, sent scurrying away like a lamb with her tail on fire, instead she gave it back two-fold. "Men and women have enjoyed your talents," he gave a mock gasp and shifted slightly to turn more fully to her, "They must be some very talented hands." Her smirk was adorable, her flirting was adorable and N'vian grinned at her around the edge of his glass.
Wine was always a pleasant drink, warmth and fruit and hints of smoke. Tossing the rest of his contents back, N'vian reached for the skin to refil his glass. He lifted it to tops hers off, blue eyes never leaving her face. "And how," he began softly, "Would my Kitten persuade me to ask nicely?"