a romantic, candelit dinner would be incomplete
“Ahh, I suppose.” He drawls with a small laugh. “Are you sure you can’t just wait for me and all my glory?” Another bit of gentlemanly jest from the butcher as she spins and ends up on his other side and his arm slips around her middle, indulging in the new shift and the movement, thoroughly enjoying himself enough to be blunt for the next section of their chat.
And what a section it is, as another deep rumble of a laugh leaves him. “While the two of you are quite stunning, I do have a certain… mm, how shall I say it?” He seems to muse as he twists back to face her, flashing that same sharp toothed grin. “Preference?” It isn’t exactly what he wants to say but it gets the point across, he supposes.
And what a section it is, as another deep rumble of a laugh leaves him. “While the two of you are quite stunning, I do have a certain… mm, how shall I say it?” He seems to muse as he twists back to face her, flashing that same sharp toothed grin. “Preference?” It isn’t exactly what he wants to say but it gets the point across, he supposes.
Astaroth
without all this blood /////
