The white sheep of the family
"Then don't." Loren grinned easily at Weaver. When she spoke about having fun while it lasted, his grin gained a wicked and suggestive edge. "I agree. Not that I mind something a little more serious. At least not these days." He admittedly that easily, having finally gotten over his lingering doubts about having another committed relationship.
And then the grin turned into a full on smirk as she went on. "I can provide both scones and kisses. Though only the gods can help you now that you've grown used to me." He winked at her. However, although his tone was teasing, he would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little interested in her. Indeed, as she leaned forward, he did the same, though there was still a decent amount of distance between them.
Raising his eyebrows, he gave her a challenging look. "You say that, but I don't think you've ever actually served me." Crossing his arms, he looked between her and the pot of cider, expression entirely amused.
Again, he grew more serious as the conversation did. However, he found himself smiling at her reply. "You have met children, right? Last I checked, they have quite a bit of say over their lives." Indeed, he let out a huff of laughter as he remembered the many, many vocal and loud children who were not at all afraid to speak their minds.
Then he shook his head. "Besides, if anyone should be afraid of having kids here, it's me." He gave her a look that practically dared her to disagree.
And then the grin turned into a full on smirk as she went on. "I can provide both scones and kisses. Though only the gods can help you now that you've grown used to me." He winked at her. However, although his tone was teasing, he would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little interested in her. Indeed, as she leaned forward, he did the same, though there was still a decent amount of distance between them.
Raising his eyebrows, he gave her a challenging look. "You say that, but I don't think you've ever actually served me." Crossing his arms, he looked between her and the pot of cider, expression entirely amused.
Again, he grew more serious as the conversation did. However, he found himself smiling at her reply. "You have met children, right? Last I checked, they have quite a bit of say over their lives." Indeed, he let out a huff of laughter as he remembered the many, many vocal and loud children who were not at all afraid to speak their minds.
Then he shook his head. "Besides, if anyone should be afraid of having kids here, it's me." He gave her a look that practically dared her to disagree.
Will blood tell
