Hoshor Plains We’re All Here For A Little Fun

He eyes her as he swallows some rabbit meat. “You’re not wrong. I like how you think, dear.” Then as she walks behind him he’s following her intently. Golden hues slide along her form and flick back up to her eyes. He can tell she’s eyeing him down now. He likes a woman that can play him at his own game.

Standing from his sitting position, he allows his eyes to roam over her. Then all of a sudden she’s announcing her departure. A brow of his quirks up and he smirks. “You’re leaving? Now why’s that? Have I driven you off, dear?” He asks coming to stand beside her, briefly brushes their shoulder together.