Firefly Glen I was always searching for a reason

Something in his voice was simply intoxicating; she felt her belly tingle with something like static. Feeling risky, Dhalia chanced to offer him a playful bump to the shoulder, excited for the spark that always came when she brushed against someone she found particularly intriguing.

"Mhhmm," she hummed through her tight-lipped smile, and tipped her head upward with a quirk of her brow and a side-long glance, "well, I figured to be a good ambassador of the Glen, I'll have to know more than just the name of its leader," she toyed her gaze along the edge of his cheek, "and I thought, where better to find a history lesson, than with the king himself?"