i think we're haunted

The very first thing the young woman said to him set his brows higher than usual, and a slow smile spread over his lips. He was quite aware of his physical attraction, but it had been quite some time since a woman had brought the conversation in such a direction, especially so quickly. That’s not to say he didn’t enjoy the little surprise. ”Rexanna,” he said, tightening his lips in a grin with a slow nod. ”I quite like how that tastes. Elegant with a hint of rustic earthiness.” And that wasn’t even to mention the sultry allure of her voice in which the words the words fell. Kalt released a gentle laugh at the thought of the place perhaps having been a lover’s maze once upon a time. Clearly Rexanna had quite the imagination if she was capable of seeing the labyrinth as remnants of something beautiful. The assassin saw death, which to him was without a doubt full of beauty, but to most others was dark and terrifying. Who was to say what lay in wait for the pair of magicians? ”You don’t have to ask twice, my lady,” he hummed with a crooked grin. ”May I have this…dangerous adventure?” Once again, he flashed her a charming grin and offered for her to place her arm around his if she would like. As soon as she did – or if she decided to deny the offer – he would enter the maze that he was pretty sure was cursed somehow. kalt give into the night.