amun
As Zariah smirked, Amun grinned back. But it was just a beat too late, and there was just a shade too little wickedness in it. "I am glad to hear it." As she accepted the goblet from him, he nodded, and stepped back a respectful distance.
Her question garnered her a smirk, one to respond to her own, though his eyes didn't sparkle with mischief. "Am I not allowed to appreciate something beautiful?" The words weren't flirtatious, and the tone was only mildly charming. "Or maybe I simply enjoy having friends in high places." He slid his hand along the table holding the wine, staring into the container for a moment.
Her question garnered her a smirk, one to respond to her own, though his eyes didn't sparkle with mischief. "Am I not allowed to appreciate something beautiful?" The words weren't flirtatious, and the tone was only mildly charming. "Or maybe I simply enjoy having friends in high places." He slid his hand along the table holding the wine, staring into the container for a moment.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
