Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Listening closely, Thal flashes her own sharp fanged grin as she shrugs her shoulders. "I don't sthee why that would be a turn off." Because - when done correctly - she's found that pain can be a very sexy prelude to pleasure. A little nip here, a tight pull there. She can't see why people don't embrace it more, but she's rarely understood people. The red of her cheeks and glint of her eyes says as much, daring Asta to disagree.
His words make her smile brighten to something more innocent, pride radiating from her in waves. The endearing term somehow flares the emotion, and she laughs lightly. "I agree. I think I destherve more whisthkey for that." Tilting her head mischievously, she offers her glass for him to refill.
Thal tries to diminish the gift, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Maybe." Knowing what little she does about the Butcher, she can confidently say that he puts a lot of time and effort into his appearance, making it even more intriguing to see him in such total disarray. Winking, she adds, "Or that you need a comb." Especially as his own hair falls untamed over his head.
However, maybe it's also because she has nothing else of value on her person, and she has no clue how it works. Shrugging again, she leans back in her chair to watch him mess with the mirror. "I think it doesth sthomething, but I haven't figured out what. I thought you might be able to find a usthe for it."
His words make her smile brighten to something more innocent, pride radiating from her in waves. The endearing term somehow flares the emotion, and she laughs lightly. "I agree. I think I destherve more whisthkey for that." Tilting her head mischievously, she offers her glass for him to refill.
Thal tries to diminish the gift, playfully raising an eyebrow. "Maybe." Knowing what little she does about the Butcher, she can confidently say that he puts a lot of time and effort into his appearance, making it even more intriguing to see him in such total disarray. Winking, she adds, "Or that you need a comb." Especially as his own hair falls untamed over his head.
However, maybe it's also because she has nothing else of value on her person, and she has no clue how it works. Shrugging again, she leans back in her chair to watch him mess with the mirror. "I think it doesth sthomething, but I haven't figured out what. I thought you might be able to find a usthe for it."
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
