Silver dollar, golden flame
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
Dirty water, poison rain
Perfect murder, take your aim
His initial silence makes her think he might refuse her, surprising considering how much he'd been enjoying their experience only moments before, but she is a woman, and women always tend to overthink things. So, until she hears the final agreeance - although Thal will never admit it - she holds her breath, trying to decide how she'd kill him for such an offense if only to bury her embarrassment along with his dead body.
But lucky for Vesper, those idle thoughts don't go any farther as he discusses possible payment methods. Her smile twists a little sharper, her fiery personality melting back into the sultry hum of her words, even as they remain soft amidst their quiet moment. "You're in luck. Those are my favorite kind." He can probably guess why. She pauses, considering before she adds coyly, "Although I also accept coins, compliments, and casual sex." Not in that particular order.
Frowning at the way Vesper gets defensive over her teasing jibe, Thal is tempted to start an argument about it being his fault just to see how their chemistry translates in a verbal sparring match. Maybe that's because she gets the sense that they would have great angry sex after that, easily able to picture the way they would be tearing at each other in a blinding rage and frustrating lust. However, as much as she would like to try that today, her body might just literally explode in flames. Instead, she decides to file the idea away as his words offer an escape from the topic of Vox.
The tension of her muscles eases slightly without her noticing, too distracted by his grasp on her wrist. She turns her head so that her chin rests comfortably on his chest, her blue eyes meeting his through the bits of untamed hair that fall over her face. "Well, there are plenty of others way to do that." A small quirk of her lips gives away the implication, a blazing heat already returning to her eyes.
But lucky for Vesper, those idle thoughts don't go any farther as he discusses possible payment methods. Her smile twists a little sharper, her fiery personality melting back into the sultry hum of her words, even as they remain soft amidst their quiet moment. "You're in luck. Those are my favorite kind." He can probably guess why. She pauses, considering before she adds coyly, "Although I also accept coins, compliments, and casual sex." Not in that particular order.
Frowning at the way Vesper gets defensive over her teasing jibe, Thal is tempted to start an argument about it being his fault just to see how their chemistry translates in a verbal sparring match. Maybe that's because she gets the sense that they would have great angry sex after that, easily able to picture the way they would be tearing at each other in a blinding rage and frustrating lust. However, as much as she would like to try that today, her body might just literally explode in flames. Instead, she decides to file the idea away as his words offer an escape from the topic of Vox.
The tension of her muscles eases slightly without her noticing, too distracted by his grasp on her wrist. She turns her head so that her chin rests comfortably on his chest, her blue eyes meeting his through the bits of untamed hair that fall over her face. "Well, there are plenty of others way to do that." A small quirk of her lips gives away the implication, a blazing heat already returning to her eyes.
I don't belong to anyone,
but everybody knows my name
but everybody knows my name
Thalassa
