Pierce
”One way to find out.” Pierce responds, his baritone voice fleeting as he rises from the chair and stretches out, relishing in the sensation as it loosens his muscles – a feeling he doesn’t often get but one that he finds he enjoys a surprising amount. And perhaps part of it is the show, letting her watch and enjoy this form of his, indulging in the fact that she’s focused on him rather than anything else around.
He turns to her then, lips twitching into a smirk as she feigns her exasperation, the dramatics blossoming around her in a swell that has a deep rumble of a chuckle leaving him to meet her fanged grin. ”Oh, but there is so much to see and witness. Perhaps you don’t know where to look.” He teases her in return, boldly stepping toward the Ancient, closing in on the space between them to let his chin dip as he looks down toward her. ”But I do.” His smirk shifts into a wolfish, toothy grin, waiting to see if she accepts the offer.
He turns to her then, lips twitching into a smirk as she feigns her exasperation, the dramatics blossoming around her in a swell that has a deep rumble of a chuckle leaving him to meet her fanged grin. ”Oh, but there is so much to see and witness. Perhaps you don’t know where to look.” He teases her in return, boldly stepping toward the Ancient, closing in on the space between them to let his chin dip as he looks down toward her. ”But I do.” His smirk shifts into a wolfish, toothy grin, waiting to see if she accepts the offer.
