Emberwood [m] You already know that it's hard to find gold in this crap disco

"Well," said Dusty Rose, and he almost finished the thought: Well, you were Boone's One. if the idea that he'd gone and died still held, anyway. Thankfully, he stayed his tongue and smirked instead, pleased and playful: "Cheers to that."

He stole yet more kisses, then. It was his natural wont to take, such that even things freely given had to be stolen to be enjoyed. He liked to win things. To conquer.

He liked Reverie.

"Think you got another dance in you?" he asked her, eyes bright and innocent. He was, of course, a master at "playing coy". "'Cause I still don't feel much like a king."