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

ha. he had gotten under that burnished pelt it seemed, though he admired how closely she stood by her morals. no one would ever accuse her of being a loose woman, and that was what asmodeus enjoyed.

"because that is the kind of fun i meant," the jet-eyed man purled. he expected her to decline in the next breath; asmodeus let his pitch stare flicker over her curvaceous figure approvingly.

"i'm a bold man, duchess," the ghost smirked. he had not drawn closer to her; he would respect the bristle of her offended person in the parameters she had set for herself.

he was quiet, watchful.