Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Finding his retort lacking, Thal gives him a single raise of her eyebrow before her expression breaks out in 'realization.' "That must be why you're so hot headed!" Her grin is sharp and teasing, knowing the Butcher is rarely such, but it's still fun to banter.
She laughs at his whining complaint, shrugging her shoulders as she takes a sip of her bourbon from the cracked glass. "What can I say? I'm hard to please." Which means he should be all the more grateful that he's gotten to this point. Not any many people have. The fanged smile she flashes him says as much, even as a deeper affection rims her eyes, a satisfaction at getting to share this with him, getting to share her with him.
As the heat curls tighter into her bones, Thal drags her legs in, cradling the heat that's warmed her looser clothing. Similar to when she'd warn her glamour, the fire casts a softness on her features, the cunning look in her eyes shifting to something more casually playful. Even the positioning of her body is all smooth curves and extra material bunching at the edges. It should tell Asta just how relaxed she is, to let the image slip, to feel comfortable enough to show him a side her crew has never seen.
Her eyes are pulled away from the crackling fire as Asta speaks, his chuckle feeling at home in the space. She takes a moment to consider his words, concentration cooling her features as if she might actually leave him as a statue, but the hint of a smile ruins the threat. "I'd probably take a moment to admire you, maybe draw something on your forehead, then I might think about freeing you." Her wink says that she's mostly kidding, knowing full well that she would be a wreck if something like that happened to him. Curious now, she raises her glass to her lips as she meets his honey eyes with a crooked grin. "And what about you? Would you use me as a foot stool?"
She laughs at his whining complaint, shrugging her shoulders as she takes a sip of her bourbon from the cracked glass. "What can I say? I'm hard to please." Which means he should be all the more grateful that he's gotten to this point. Not any many people have. The fanged smile she flashes him says as much, even as a deeper affection rims her eyes, a satisfaction at getting to share this with him, getting to share her with him.
As the heat curls tighter into her bones, Thal drags her legs in, cradling the heat that's warmed her looser clothing. Similar to when she'd warn her glamour, the fire casts a softness on her features, the cunning look in her eyes shifting to something more casually playful. Even the positioning of her body is all smooth curves and extra material bunching at the edges. It should tell Asta just how relaxed she is, to let the image slip, to feel comfortable enough to show him a side her crew has never seen.
Her eyes are pulled away from the crackling fire as Asta speaks, his chuckle feeling at home in the space. She takes a moment to consider his words, concentration cooling her features as if she might actually leave him as a statue, but the hint of a smile ruins the threat. "I'd probably take a moment to admire you, maybe draw something on your forehead, then I might think about freeing you." Her wink says that she's mostly kidding, knowing full well that she would be a wreck if something like that happened to him. Curious now, she raises her glass to her lips as she meets his honey eyes with a crooked grin. "And what about you? Would you use me as a foot stool?"
Thalassa
