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

she was warming to their little dance. asmodeus could see it in the careful way she chose her words, in the fact she did not drive him off, or try to threaten him.

she was intrigued.

that was his goal.

the flat glitter of the man's eyes allowed him privileges, for he was unnerving. and asmodeus pressed this to his advantage, enjoying her height, the pierce of her tongue.

long sculpted limbs that carefully tucked up into a waist near aching to be embraced; intelligent, knowing gaze above a slender, quick muzzle.

"i hope you are," asmodeus rejoined wryly. "i don't much care for queens. they always want something from you." blackglint stare appraised her again.

"you didn't answer my question."