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Amun grinned at Maea's complaining. "Nope! I am practically perfect in every way." Still, he lowered his hand, releasing her from her torture. Then he cocked his head to the side and gained a thoughtful expression, though his eyes glittered wickedly. "I suppose I do have a weakness for pretty men." Sighing dramatically, he let a dream look cross his features before breaking into a smirk.
"No, you're right, we cannot." Then he gave her another brilliant grin. "Luckily, I don't need my breath for dancing." Sliding one hand to her shoulder blade and grabbing her hand with his free one, he started humming a waltz. Pausing, he chuckled at her threat. "Thankfully, broken toes are hardly a deterrent to Ascended." With that, he resumed his hum, at a slow tempo, and stepped forward to lead her in a basic step.
"No, you're right, we cannot." Then he gave her another brilliant grin. "Luckily, I don't need my breath for dancing." Sliding one hand to her shoulder blade and grabbing her hand with his free one, he started humming a waltz. Pausing, he chuckled at her threat. "Thankfully, broken toes are hardly a deterrent to Ascended." With that, he resumed his hum, at a slow tempo, and stepped forward to lead her in a basic step.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
