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At her question, which had started with no offense, which from Ira’s general experience usually meant it could easily be taken to be offensive, he peered down at her again, this time letting his icy crystalline eyes trail over her slowly, studying her in a way that could have been considered intimate if he had been old enough for such a thing to be considered as such. “The shapes, the curve of your throat, here,” He breathed brushing his lips against her exposed jugular, though it had not been a threatening gesture at all but soft, like a lover’s fingers. “The body is a very elegant thing,” Or maybe Ira was biased and just really liked her body - he didn’t know and wasn’t sure why it mattered. Sure she was gangly - they both were - but they would grow out of it.
She named off things that she liked, all of them relatively what he would have considered boyish except for flowers (though that was followed by the uncertainty of “I guess”). “You guess?” He teased her with a soft snort. “How can you guess if you like something or not?” He asked her with a arrogant smirk though it was not it’s full blown force and hence only half-hearted. “You’re so demanding,” The Princeling grumbled at her teasingly, but obligated obediently enough when she drew closer to him, giving him easy access to her back. “I thought I was going to be the demanding one of this relationship.” He murmured coyly but silenced himself as he raked his teeth through the fur of her spine, tugging, playfully upon a small patch as a young boy would tug on the girl that he liked’s pigtails.
