champagne, cocaine, gasoline; and most things in between
"You ought to allow yourself to be more than tempted before you return to the Grounds," Mateo trills, grinning. "Ah, but you did manage to get to the Grounds in the end, yes?" He assumes so, or the package of snapdragon oil he'd sent to her is likely to have been used by some very bemused priests in the Temple. (Gods, he kind of hopes it has been now, for the image alone).
"For you, I will give a thousand seconds," he assures her, watching her blink across the room again as if still unsure whether he's actually seen it. Given the amount of booze and drugs in his system, who knows? Either way, she returns soon enough and, having sort of missed it the first time, he presses another kiss to her mouth, cigarette and all. "Bellissima," he purrs his approval at her outfit.
"Let us go, then!" As if he hadn't walked in alone, Mateo slips an arm around her and marches them back out of Molly's and into the bustling lanes of the Silk Houses as if he ought to have an entourage. He probably did at one point too, to be fair.
"For you, I will give a thousand seconds," he assures her, watching her blink across the room again as if still unsure whether he's actually seen it. Given the amount of booze and drugs in his system, who knows? Either way, she returns soon enough and, having sort of missed it the first time, he presses another kiss to her mouth, cigarette and all. "Bellissima," he purrs his approval at her outfit.
"Let us go, then!" As if he hadn't walked in alone, Mateo slips an arm around her and marches them back out of Molly's and into the bustling lanes of the Silk Houses as if he ought to have an entourage. He probably did at one point too, to be fair.
