-Thorn-
“I do try.” Thorn responds, equally as playful and full of a tone that hints a bit closer toward huskiness. He remains still as she leans in, letting his seafoam gaze drift along her pale face and honeyed eyes, long gilded hair that frames it perfectly. “It’s a brilliant thought, isn’t it?” He purrs back, able to keep up the playful smirk on his face, all while trying his best to convince her that she should seek it out.
Her question is a surprise, though he doesn’t let it show on his face, keeping that very same smile as he takes another sip from his own drink – sitting back on the bar stool just a fraction to not seem too desperate. It’s then that he watches the bartender with amusement despite the tsk, turning his head toward her as he toys with the straw with a finger as he nods. “I do, in fact, dance.” It wasn’t anything to write home about, but he could certainly get by well enough to please whomever was his dance partner at the time. “Would you like to?”
Her question is a surprise, though he doesn’t let it show on his face, keeping that very same smile as he takes another sip from his own drink – sitting back on the bar stool just a fraction to not seem too desperate. It’s then that he watches the bartender with amusement despite the tsk, turning his head toward her as he toys with the straw with a finger as he nods. “I do, in fact, dance.” It wasn’t anything to write home about, but he could certainly get by well enough to please whomever was his dance partner at the time. “Would you like to?”
// let's fall in love for the night //
