Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

This time, her pearlescent gaze doesn't waver as a warm smirk slowly curls the corners of his dark lips - once it's opened that is.

Unaware of the dance, or game as he thought, they were leading - she was a horrid flirt, having no experience to speak of - a tiny chuckle fell from her own maw giddily; argent optics gleaming with mirth. 

"Y'know, fer someone who claims ta nae be very nice," the nymph lilted lightly after a moment, "ye seem very sweet ta me." Butterfly auds of ivory lowered slightly, shyly as Awen felt her cheeks flush. 

The wyvern held the Akita's gaze for a moment longer - moonbeams clashing against sunrays - as she whet her lips, biting back an irrepressible smile that ghosted at the corners of her blushed mouth. 

Then it dropped as she cleared her throat quietly, trying to regain the still mask she usually wore - struggling for a few heartbeats to erase the seemingly permanent curve of her lips. 

"Vhat did ye vish fer?" The herbalist inquired curiously, when her heart had stopped trilling like a skylark and she felt she could safely return her gaze to him once more.