She was like a caged and cornered animal, and Lucas couldn't help the thrill that pulsed through him, though his movements were as slow and casual as possible as he straightened back up. She mentioned the Spire and he fought the urge to roll his eyes - he'd had enough of an earful about it from the pompous artist, thank you very much. Instead, he schooled his expression into something softer, nodding to her.
[say]"It was careless of me, not to take proper care of you afterwards,"[/say] he conceded. [say]"Rest assured, that is not normally my way. Neither do I make it a habit to take so much. But when one's blood is turning to sludge in their veins, one gets a little desperate."[/say] He inclined his head to her, before spreading his hands. [say]"You are formidable though, clearly. One look at you tonight says that much."[/say]
He laughed, though, at her last statement, arching an eyebrow. [say]"And what is it you expect?"[/say]
[say]"It was careless of me, not to take proper care of you afterwards,"[/say] he conceded. [say]"Rest assured, that is not normally my way. Neither do I make it a habit to take so much. But when one's blood is turning to sludge in their veins, one gets a little desperate."[/say] He inclined his head to her, before spreading his hands. [say]"You are formidable though, clearly. One look at you tonight says that much."[/say]
He laughed, though, at her last statement, arching an eyebrow. [say]"And what is it you expect?"[/say]
