And it burns like a gin and I like it,
As much as she likes to think about what might be running through Vesper's mind (or Pierce's at this point) and all the emotions she might be stoking, it's not going to change who she's standing with right now. Because even if Pierce is 'Caido enemy number one,' she hasn't given the Family a reason to want her dead, and she likes to think that she's much more fun to have alive at this moment, with the thrill of danger singing in her veins and the subtle desire in her eyes.
So why should it matter what her 'plaything' thinks about her choice in men?
Shrugging her shoulders, Thal accepts the refill of her drink, knowing it'll take at least two more hefty glasses to get her buzzed. "What I choose to do, and who I do it with, is none of his business - or anyone else's." The smirk of her lips implies that she doesn't let anyone else dictate how or where she finds her amusement, no matter how despicable the source.
Her tail flicks to run along his leg, teasing with barely a hint of effort as she takes another long sip of her whiskey without looking at him. "Why are you so interested? Jealous?" The tone of her voice is almost bored, a slow drawl that doesn't hint at the way she responds to him with a tantalizing shift of her hips, a reminder of where she is. Smirking, she adds, "Or maybe he's more your type?"
So why should it matter what her 'plaything' thinks about her choice in men?
Shrugging her shoulders, Thal accepts the refill of her drink, knowing it'll take at least two more hefty glasses to get her buzzed. "What I choose to do, and who I do it with, is none of his business - or anyone else's." The smirk of her lips implies that she doesn't let anyone else dictate how or where she finds her amusement, no matter how despicable the source.
Her tail flicks to run along his leg, teasing with barely a hint of effort as she takes another long sip of her whiskey without looking at him. "Why are you so interested? Jealous?" The tone of her voice is almost bored, a slow drawl that doesn't hint at the way she responds to him with a tantalizing shift of her hips, a reminder of where she is. Smirking, she adds, "Or maybe he's more your type?"
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
