liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Then you'll be the most alluring cup of mint tea I've ever laid my eyes upon," Neron tells her, nose scrunching in amusement and his smile trying to run away with itself. "I'm not allergic to colours, Flora. Like I said - I'm just lazy. And if your seafoam corset and black stilettos want to kick me to my knees, I promise I'll not be disappointed." Far from it, in fact, and he abandons the ice cream for just a moment to swap it back to the wine, as if to give himself a chance to let that image brand itself into his mind for good.
Laughing wickedly as he sets his glass back down - not a damn thing, then - he inclines his head towards her, feeling heat in his own cheeks that's a combination of wine and the present company. "Now is that so," he whispers, softly clicking his tongue as if learning this little piece of information will definitely be the second-death of him.
"I only invited you to watch because I doubted you'd be interested in participating. For what it's worth, though," he adds, reaching for the other cherry in the sundae, "I already find it very difficult to take my eyes off you. Let alone what might happen in a brothel."
Laughing wickedly as he sets his glass back down - not a damn thing, then - he inclines his head towards her, feeling heat in his own cheeks that's a combination of wine and the present company. "Now is that so," he whispers, softly clicking his tongue as if learning this little piece of information will definitely be the second-death of him.
"I only invited you to watch because I doubted you'd be interested in participating. For what it's worth, though," he adds, reaching for the other cherry in the sundae, "I already find it very difficult to take my eyes off you. Let alone what might happen in a brothel."
Neron
