Hotaru
nothing's fair in love and war
His lips are warm and dry against the soft skin of the back of her hand, her expression clearly pleased and willfully charmed at his extravagance. He gives her plentiful openings for wit as well, which in her book is a bonus in men - too-low of guards. "It means you cannot dawdle - rarity comes with a price." The glint of her lidded eyes makes it clear she's courting him onward, daring him to make his moves. She could break his hold easily, but lets herself be tethered; even going so far as to flirt her fingertips against his inner wrist as he unfortunately withdraws. He brings an offering back, so forgiveness is well within his grasp. Plucking the glass from his hands she doesn't so much as flinch as she drains half of it. Licking her lips slowly, they curve into a smile as she presses closer than necessary for him to hear her amongst the crowd. "Halo, I'm afraid." Given his dashing horns, he certainly couldn't have found her there. "Though I could be inclined to visit more often." Tilting her glass at him, Ru hums playfully. "Will you continue to tease my by withholding your name?"
