Otter Creek dark side of the moon

Bragi’s lips twitched slightly for show, as if he were fighting the smirk that he wanted to let loose as he noted the answering mischief in her eyes and watched her, with the eyes of a predator, rise and slowly circle him, his head moving to aid his eyes in their path of following her. Unable to help himself the young rekkr let out a low chuckle when she warned him that she was never wrong, taking in her questions with lazy attention as if he played this game all the time. While Bragi was still, in ways, understandably naïve he was not so untaught and ignorant that he didn’t realize that this game could very well be considered flirtatious despite the sizable gap in age. He had a penchant for charisma naturally, and with proper (or improper) training it could be honed to specialize in the talents of a Casanova. He didn’t think much of age, at least not currently, and anyway he saw no harm in having a little fun with her.

“You choose,” He encouraged. It was her game, after all, so she must, surely have some kind of idea for both. Besides, it never hurt to be chivalrous and there was no better time to practice it than in the current moment.