if I ever start to think straight
Amun winked at Alexander. "I am always entirely appropriate. For whatever situation I happen to find myself in, of course. Whether that's a job interview, a chat with a handsome stranger, or, oh I suppose, someone's bedroom." The words came out in a purr and the potter smirked.
"Perhaps I'm the withholding type." He arched an eyebrow. "You'll just have to find out on your own." Watching as the smith perused the guild master's work, he kicked at the wheel again. His fingers twitched and his gaze slid towards the clay in the corner.
As his fellow Ascended spoke up again, Amun grinned. "Promises, promises." Standing up, he put a hand on the spinning circle to stop its movement. That left ink on it and clay residue on his fingers. "I suppose I can spare the time to get to know you better. But if it's a date you want, well, you'll just have to make it worth my while."
"Perhaps I'm the withholding type." He arched an eyebrow. "You'll just have to find out on your own." Watching as the smith perused the guild master's work, he kicked at the wheel again. His fingers twitched and his gaze slid towards the clay in the corner.
As his fellow Ascended spoke up again, Amun grinned. "Promises, promises." Standing up, he put a hand on the spinning circle to stop its movement. That left ink on it and clay residue on his fingers. "I suppose I can spare the time to get to know you better. But if it's a date you want, well, you'll just have to make it worth my while."
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
