HOTARU
"Then I suppose I'll have to be kept hanging until you tell me clearly." As if Hotaru really cares about such things, not when she loves using words as confounding weapons. Her eyes shamelessly trail the path his tongue takes on his lips, then drags them upward with a smirk. "Though it would be fun to force the truth from you in more creative ways." Like tying him down perhaps, or keeping his mouth otherwise occupied until he finally decided to speak plainly. Oh such fun, delightful fantasies. A pity she can't enact them with this particular specimen.
His suggestive glance and lingering gaze only sharpen the corners of her smile, darken the edges of her gaze. It's an empty promise, which is a shame, but she enjoys the parlay nonetheless. "Restraints can be delightful though," Hotaru chides, keeping pace with the man's stride, hips swaying shamelessly. They'll have to part soon enough, either to get back home or in her case to continue preparing for LongNight. But she lingers, enjoying the gentle heat between them, rediscovering herself privately with this handsome stranger.
One hand lifts to dance her fingers down the outside of his arm, reaching his elbow before withdrawing. "I'll have to keep myself warm with thoughts of you and this beautiful spitfire tonight," she vows. Bites her lip just at the idea and gives him a wink as she idly adjusts the basket in her arms. "You're a lucky man. Keep your hands on her, or I'll have to show her the error of her ways while you're out flirting with other poor maidens." Slip into her bed while the nameless man was gone, and show her how wonderful another woman could be. Tempting, not just because of the idea of a beautiful female partner, but the idea of stealing away from the man is amusing and speaks to her personality far too well.
over time
even the sharpest thorns
will become soft
