high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul "A lot of things that are worthwhile leave you sore after." He replied, just as much flirtatious mischief in his own tone of voice and eyes. Rexanna really was wonderful, he thought; he loved those who seemed to laugh about everything. Especially if the jokes were dirty. She approached in a way that was distinctly seductive. Bastien didn't hide the way his eyes travelled down, just the slightest raise of his eyebrows and a smirk as a reaction to the sight. He reached up a hand to gently trace along her jaw; which stayed in the air for a moment as she stepped backwards. "What would you like? We could have a luxurious bed with beads and feathers and a large mirror...a beautiful dress or nothing at all on you, the sun coming through the window at just-" He tapped his cheekbone. "-The right angles. I could attempt to show your radiance through my crude paint. It will achieve half of the real thing, but it would still be unfathomably beautiful."