Tit For Tat

Ashmedai had been drinking a lot and he could handle a lot. Even still, it was beginning to have its effects on him. He knew where this was heading and he was confident the woman did too. Nothing personal, he thought, just a little fun. He knew it wasn't lasting- if it was supposed to be, he wouldn't do it.

When she addressed him again, she asked if this was how he spent his time. He let himself draw near to her now, lowering his stance to a casual slouch so that their faces would be even. His eyes sought to hold her gaze, soft breath hitting his lips through a wicked smile.

"Not usually," he rumbled, leaning in toward her ear so close that their cheeks brushed. He lowered his voice to a deep, reverberating murmur, "But it is my second favorite way to spend time."

Ashmedai withdrew only far enough that their noses wouldn't touch. He peered into her eyes, his own filled with suggestions of what was yet to come, "Do you know my most favorite?"