Hideaway Strath 'cause it ain't over yet

He nods simply, moving closer into her embrace. “I believe that.” He says lowly then. “You are forgiven. But—“ He’s pulling back to whisper in her ear. “—you will be punished later for it.” But his tone suggests anything but punishment of any kind. The deep baritone of his voice slurred with suggestiveness, a playful tone to it.

Then he’s moving away from her and giving her a mischievous stare before brushing past her to walk off. “I’ll call you when I decide it’s time for your punishment. Stay vigilant, dear.” He hums confidently, smoothly, not even giving her another glance back.