Silverlight Terrace She wanted me to let down my guard

Siarut stopped laughing at her statement, although he kept a hearty smile fixed upon his maw. "What do you have to be sorry about?" He didn't mean this as a tease, if they had indeed done the deed he was sure he would have been satisfied. Alas they had not, and he was glad for it. She was not some fling, and he wouldn't treat her as such. Despite the teasing he had dealt to Tomkin, Sia too had had his own flings in the past. Yet Ceara was different somehow. He wouldn't demean her by using her for sure purposes. No he was a gentleman and he doubted he would sleep with anyone out of courtship ever again. 

Siarut looked at her with tender eyes as she looked away, and emarassed. Although his head protested any form of movement, Sia leaned into the girl and nosed her cheek. "Don't look away." He whispered in her ear. He was being bold perhaps, but who cared. He was starting feel for this crazy, outspoken woman and the last thing he wanted to do was scare her away.