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Saiden understood Weaver's tone. Grinning a bit wickedly, he let the fingers of his free hand stray to her thigh, though it was a gentle and tentative touch. He would, of course, retreat if there was any kind of discomfort. "Not necessarily opposed isn't exactly the same as willing and excited." Matching her warm and slightly suggestive tone, he arched an eyebrow at her.
When she agreed that she was just trying to get into his good graces he barked out a laugh. Pinching off a bit of the fish for himself, he chewed contentedly for a moment before swallowing. "So I've got your heart? I'd better be careful with something that precious." Winking, he leaned a little closer to her. "Luckily, the way to my heart is by complimenting my cooking."
When she agreed that she was just trying to get into his good graces he barked out a laugh. Pinching off a bit of the fish for himself, he chewed contentedly for a moment before swallowing. "So I've got your heart? I'd better be careful with something that precious." Winking, he leaned a little closer to her. "Luckily, the way to my heart is by complimenting my cooking."
