a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
Another chuckle leaves him and he rolls a shoulder that absolutely looks like it’s part of the dance. “I manage well enough. When it becomes an issue is when I seek out your brilliant mind.” He flashes another knowing grin, ignoring the incline of her head before the conversation continues and they shift, the dance continuing in that perfect swing motion.
Now it’s his turn to tilt his head back toward her, before his dark gaze takes a cursory glance to the crowd (and quite a few eyes that are on them, despite not seeing Flora’s, the gossip would still likely spread). “Hmm, let me guess. She thinks we have indulged one another?” He asks, blunt and up front about it, watching her face for the reaction.
Now it’s his turn to tilt his head back toward her, before his dark gaze takes a cursory glance to the crowd (and quite a few eyes that are on them, despite not seeing Flora’s, the gossip would still likely spread). “Hmm, let me guess. She thinks we have indulged one another?” He asks, blunt and up front about it, watching her face for the reaction.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
