[SE] hotline

Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim

His slow, languid approach doesn't go unnoticed, but Thal stays seated, watching him with casual ease. Internally, she measures each inch closer, each shift of his weight, each subtle drawl and meaning in his words. A purring laugh bubbles in her chest, fanged grin suspiciously feline. "Really? That's what I like most about it." Cozy fire and the tantalizing risk of danger. Just to emphasize her point (and nothing more), Thal stretches her arms over her head, soaking in the heat of the air and pushing one booted foot dangerously close to the lava. If her deep intake of breath pushes out her chest in the arch of her back... oops. The movement 'coincidentally' shifts her cloak aside to reveal the low-cut black blouse that's tucked into her tight pants accessorized with straps and silver daggers. 

Propping her hands behind her head, she shoots him another dangerous smile. "Although the view today is especially intriguing." The glow of fire heats her attentive gaze as he eats away at the distance between them, pushing away any unrelated thoughts from her head. It's amazing how just mentions of 'eruptions' immediately send her mind to explicit places. Some might consider it a loss of ground in their little game, but Thal capitalizes on it, letting a low singing hum ring out. "How do you know that isn't my goal?" Whether or not she means the volcano, she'll let him decide.

I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name

Thalassa