Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

ooh, roused his interest. asmodeus preened the fur of his chest, plucking out bone-white tufts as he groomed himself thoughtfully.

"well," he began, deciding the firmness to her tones was worth the potential risk, "when is the last time someone made you feel nice?"

surely in the recent past; the woman was one of those cold sun-chased beauties, brilliant as amber and just as hard.

perhaps he could coax a little warmth to her surface.