liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Oh, so it's my bar again?" Neron grins, all playful ribbing and chocolate ice cream, though the heat he can see blooming like roses in Flora's cheeks is enough to have him forgetting the thought entirely. He doesn't look away - it's been too long since he got to see a gorgeous woman blush, and Flora ticks every box that makes bad decisions sound heavenly; enough that even the reminder of her horrifyingly powerful father still lurking nearby isn't enough to sober him up.
"Of course not," he purrs around another spoonful of ice cream, reaching out to pluck one of the obnoxiously red cherries from the top of the sundae to offer it out to her. "I think you'd look stunning in a corset, so why not one of those as well?" Mouth curling up in a smirk, he takes his sweet time glancing over the curves so artfully hidden by her dress. A shame, truly.
And whether or not he'd make the semi-finals of bastarding, clearly he's still cad enough to be open about his admiration, boyfriend or no.
"Of course not," he purrs around another spoonful of ice cream, reaching out to pluck one of the obnoxiously red cherries from the top of the sundae to offer it out to her. "I think you'd look stunning in a corset, so why not one of those as well?" Mouth curling up in a smirk, he takes his sweet time glancing over the curves so artfully hidden by her dress. A shame, truly.
And whether or not he'd make the semi-finals of bastarding, clearly he's still cad enough to be open about his admiration, boyfriend or no.
Neron
