Don't put your happiness in other people's hands
Korbin gazed down at her as she closed in on him, his grin as lazy as the gaze he trails over her. She looked about ready to fight, and though he didn't doubt she could kick ass if she really wanted to, he couldn't help but think it was rather cute, the way she had to tilt her head back to look at him properly. "No? Nor do I think I was obliged to inform you about it. Now where does that leave us, hm?"
Tilting his head, he took the offered chance to survey the marks he had left on her. Seeing them recalled a lot of things to his mind. The taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin under his hands, of... much else too that he really shouldn't be thinking about. A streak of color touched his face, but it might just be the layers of clothes he wore.
"Who knows," he teased, "I might recall a few other nights a bit more clearly. It's hardly worth talking about though; I couldn't help but notice that you have other interests these days."
It was a dig at how she'd been clinging to Chulane at the bar the other night. Strange to think there had ever been a time before this disaster, but... Korbin wasn't one to forget. Not that he was upset about it... but he didn't exactly enjoy being stood up either.
Still, he didn't withdraw from the woman. Just watched her, calm and unreadable, that half smile ghosting over the mouth. More interested in how she would take the barb than in the things he had left to do before turning in for the night.
Tilting his head, he took the offered chance to survey the marks he had left on her. Seeing them recalled a lot of things to his mind. The taste of her lips, the feeling of her skin under his hands, of... much else too that he really shouldn't be thinking about. A streak of color touched his face, but it might just be the layers of clothes he wore.
"Who knows," he teased, "I might recall a few other nights a bit more clearly. It's hardly worth talking about though; I couldn't help but notice that you have other interests these days."
It was a dig at how she'd been clinging to Chulane at the bar the other night. Strange to think there had ever been a time before this disaster, but... Korbin wasn't one to forget. Not that he was upset about it... but he didn't exactly enjoy being stood up either.
Still, he didn't withdraw from the woman. Just watched her, calm and unreadable, that half smile ghosting over the mouth. More interested in how she would take the barb than in the things he had left to do before turning in for the night.
They'll drop it
KORBIN
