walk me home in the dead of night
"Mmmm?" The sound trails up at the end making it sound like a question instead of just a hum. "Is that right?" Looking appropriately defiant, Flora tilts her chin up slightly. She really ought to be daunted. If she was smart she'd be no where near someone like Jack, and yet here she strolled, trickling her fingers up his side and goading him into...well, she wasn't exactly sure, but! She was Flora and by gods if the world hadn't gone easy on her so far. Whether that would continue to be the case had absolutely no impact on her youthful devil may care attitude.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that I bet even you won't see coming." And, given that currently this was still a bluff, his telepathy wouldn't help him out. Still unsure if she was angling more to fight him or fuck him (both, of course, but in what order), though Flora's lips remained kissably-upturned, she remained where she was letting him judge the antagonizing sparkle in her eyes for himself.
"I've got a few tricks up my sleeve that I bet even you won't see coming." And, given that currently this was still a bluff, his telepathy wouldn't help him out. Still unsure if she was angling more to fight him or fuck him (both, of course, but in what order), though Flora's lips remained kissably-upturned, she remained where she was letting him judge the antagonizing sparkle in her eyes for himself.
