Hushed Willows witcher

stigmata could see indigence rising around her like smoke, and though her poise remained intact, the tactician was able to tell he had provoked her. it was almost delightful to see her light pinch sharply, as if to fashion a weapon from it. her words intrigued him, letting him know he could get under her skin; willing him to find out just how deep he could burrow.

it was only then did he find himself fulfilled by this encounter - suddenly replete with a sadistic kind of joy - and it would be this same elation, this magnetism of opposites that would urge him unconsciously to seek her again. "alas, i only wish to lure you away, my lady. i have no reasonable confidence i could do so. not to you," he mused cryptically. "but i see we have already resorted to name calling," the wolf smirked. "meaning either there is room to corrupt you yet... or you just detest me that much." he looked her up and down, as if trying to gauge the more likely reason, but then stigmata simply shrugged and rose almost elegantly to his feet.

"one day, i shall determine which it is," he announced with an unceremonious bow and a subsequently swift, stern-legged exit.

this post be poo and i am REGRET lol  Dx