DEIMOS
An appreciative smile, the same boyish grin, and some smug notions of her capabilities incited his glance – should she catch the admiration in the moonlight. “Beautiful,” he rumbled with an air of ease, praising and flattering miscreant skills and appearances all at once. Stepping through, half-tempted to adjust his eyes into feline slits and let her meander through by only the touch of his hand, he obliged them both with turning his palm over and igniting a flame within. It should’ve been enough not to cast suspicion from outside, and to appeal to their senses.He made note of several other things, before winding his way back to familiar rooms. “There was a mud pit,” to which he shrugged his shoulders – mostly remembering hurtling portions of it around. “And the massage area,” his nose wrinkling only slightly. “She tried to get me to wear - ,” then cut himself short, eyes narrowing briefly at the reminder, before shaking his head. “We can explore other parts too, I suppose.” Head turning and tilting in her direction, the subtle lift of his brow and more promised misdeeds. “What do you prefer?”
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
