There is texture here, between the two wolves -- she can feel it, the slow burn of desire, the blossoming of amusement, the brush of a touch here and there. But as enamored as Leera is with him, she keeps her composure, the only hints of her curiosity present in the subtle glimmer of her eyes as she watches him move. She's always found it somewhat simple to smoothe away the expressions on her face, to veil what's going on in her scheming mind.
"Dangerous, hm?" she breathes, an ear flicking again. "A man is no good without danger. Neither is a woman." Dark, slick lips tremble upward into a slight knowing grin. She leans into him, pressing her petite body into the capable curve of his own. It's always a good idea to keep the dangerous men on your side.
She listens to Ezio speak of belonging, and there's a condition of his own he's slipped into his answer. Belong to Ezio? She doesn't see why not; she's belonged to many men throughout her days. They were merely stepping stones, though, ladder to progress her own rise to power. It's the same with Tyranis. "Perhaps I could belong to you." She tilts her chin up, studying his expression. "I can give you many things, Ezio. But, tell me, what can you give me?"
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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