Duskfire Glacier lluvia

his ear flicked, amused. flattered.
the foreign word roll from her tongue like silk. i’ve been called a lot of things. but i don't know that one.
he took a step closer, enough that his warmth could be felt in the evening chill. his gaze lingered—slow, knowing. appreciative. darukaal had its stone and steel, but very little softness. and this woman? she was made of velvet and sharp teeth, and faust wasn't fool enough not to enjoy that.
you assume i haven’t found someone, he rumbled low, almost conspiratorial. a smile ghosted at his mouth. maybe i’m already entertained.
he tilted his head. you're here takin’ up all the dreams.
a tease—but not without heat.
he didn't move to stop her from leaving. but neither did he move aside.