liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"I'm sure you'd be a natural," Neron assures her, head tilting ever so slightly beneath the table they're seated at, as if reminding himself of her long legs. "And if not, I'm very practiced at going down on my knees, so I would be happy to show you the ropes." And if they keep talking like this, he might have to give it a second before he gets up to leave, the Launceleyn busying himself with the cherry from the sundae as if it might salvage his wine drenched self-control.
It does nothing more than remind him of the way the red of it stained Flora's lips, and how it might have tasted on his own.
As for being watched, he hums his consideration at that, abandoning his spoon now in the sundae that's almost entirely melted and finished with anyway. "I never considered it," he admits with a roll of his shoulder. "I daresay I wouldn't mind it, though. I'm into rough handling, so as long as there's plenty of that I'll be up for almost anything else you had planned." He clears his throat then, offering her a quiet little smile. "Whatever the person I was with had planned, I should say."
Flora trying to hide herself behind her glass of wine is enough for mischief to take a clear hold in Neron's expression, and he sits back to nurse his glass in his hand. "That is quite a compliment," he assures her. "I'm glad to hear it - means that I stand a chance of being reintroduced to you another time." Maybe when you're much more available, is what he doesn't say.
It does nothing more than remind him of the way the red of it stained Flora's lips, and how it might have tasted on his own.
As for being watched, he hums his consideration at that, abandoning his spoon now in the sundae that's almost entirely melted and finished with anyway. "I never considered it," he admits with a roll of his shoulder. "I daresay I wouldn't mind it, though. I'm into rough handling, so as long as there's plenty of that I'll be up for almost anything else you had planned." He clears his throat then, offering her a quiet little smile. "Whatever the person I was with had planned, I should say."
Flora trying to hide herself behind her glass of wine is enough for mischief to take a clear hold in Neron's expression, and he sits back to nurse his glass in his hand. "That is quite a compliment," he assures her. "I'm glad to hear it - means that I stand a chance of being reintroduced to you another time." Maybe when you're much more available, is what he doesn't say.
Neron
