Haunted Wood let's forget about the party.

I am. He rumbled as his held tilted, casting a sidelong glance at Vanity's form. Displays of affection were peppered over him and while they weren't ignored, he did not exactly return them. He instead slightly leaned into her form.

What exactly were they doing here? How long did she desire to lie in wait until something promising happened?

His lips tugged down ever so slightly as the thoughts tumbled around in his brain. Is this what you wanted? Silver eyes settled upon his lover's face as he awaited her response. It was a bit of a vague question but she was sharp and thoughtful, he had faith in her ability to pick up whatever he said.