Honeyed Pasture nightking

"i can appreciate that," lionel purred back, growing accustomed to flirtation once more. damn he was rusty, and it embarassed the boy. but not more than piper's next suggestion, which horrified lionel to his very core. the thought of disappointing this girl was a torment to the mayfair, who did not enjoy making others feel a negative sort of way.
not pretty women, he supposed.
"or we could go look for that beach," the stag said boldly,a gambit he hoped would pay off. it remained to be seen whether she would would be impressed by his bad boy routine, but lionel could only hope. "sounds like more fun, i bet," he grinned.