// you've got your finger on the trigger //
His own brows raise at her question, a playful twist to his lips blooming from the original grin. He’s had quite a variety, and yet when he thinks back on his favorites, he all but inclines his head a fraction in a nod – so as to not disturb her hand in his hair, a comforting touch much to his surprise. Perhaps he has been touch starved for quite some time, to feel both so out of place and yet perfectly where he needs to be at the same time. “Mm, dark chocolate and peppermint.” He pauses to huff a soft little laugh. “But, if you are intending to spoil me, cherry is also a wonderful choice. I happen to have quite a sweet tooth.”
He doesn’t truly anticipate her creating a room for him to be utmost comfortable, but the idea of it is charming in and of itself, and a part of him does anticipate the opportunity it may present if he truly isn’t up to delving into other aspects their goddess enjoyed.
“Do you happen to have a favorite, my dear? Or are your tastes for other things?” He asks, already mulling about ideas for gifts (once again, his love language is giving gifts, regardless if anyone else appreciated them).
He doesn’t truly anticipate her creating a room for him to be utmost comfortable, but the idea of it is charming in and of itself, and a part of him does anticipate the opportunity it may present if he truly isn’t up to delving into other aspects their goddess enjoyed.
“Do you happen to have a favorite, my dear? Or are your tastes for other things?” He asks, already mulling about ideas for gifts (once again, his love language is giving gifts, regardless if anyone else appreciated them).
Astaroth
// but your trigger finger's mine //
