Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
"I can teach you, if you want." Adam said, half-serious, half-joking. "Being sexy and stuff. It's just kind of a mix of confidence and knowing how to move...and dress." He gestured down to his tight pants and loose shirt, gaping open to show a good amount of chest; the heels that raised and shaped his legs. "Don't have to go quite as extreme as this, but we could get you some lower cut dresses or something and maybe boof up the hair...?"
The shock with which Amalia repeated his name had Adam sitting up a little to frown at her, momentarily offended. "Hey now, twenty seven and looking just as good as your little baby self." The easy smile returning he laid back down and closed his eyes, internally surprised to find Amalia was so young.
As for Wessex's coolness....well. Her vibe was so different from his he knew he wouldn't ever achieve it regardless of his age.
Amalia sat up and he cracked open an eye. "Oh? I love presents. I'm pretty sure my birthday is...somewhere in the Summer, but I'm not gonna say no."
