Sly Fox Sand Dunes skull and crossbones

when she speaks her name, his smirk softens just slightly. fiamma, huh? he tsks, followed by the tilt of his head ever so faintly. pretty name. is all he comments.

he doesn’t stop moving, keeping his pace steady with hers, his voice carrying that subtle hint of provocation that never quite fades.

castel, sì. he says, his grin returning, sharper now. you got any plans when we get back, fiamma?

it seems he's content enough to play twenty one questions.