Hello Echo

With Poem pressed so tightly against him, it was a little difficult to think. The woman, whether she knew it or not, had curves in all the right places. Her coat was soft and clean. She smelled so nice... Though a little giddy inside, Sparhawk did his best to hold the feelings at bay so he could continue teaching.

As she did her best to sing along in his foreign tongue, the red man couldn't help but giggle a bit. Her pronunciation was indeed terrible, but that was to be expected. His language could be considered harsh sounding, but he loved it. Still giggling a bit, he complimented her all the same. "Is good. Is good. Like a little song bird you are, Poem." Though she couldn't speak the words well, the intent was there and her tones were lovely.

On to the next verse, Sparhawk did as before, singing clearly and slowly so that she could learn the pronunciation and the tones. "Vse, chto vy khotite sdelat" He then proceeded to sing them at the intended tempo, tapping out the beat with one paw on the closest surface which just so happened to be her hip since they were so very, very close. The realization altered the cheerful mans expression, pulling down the corners of his mouth for a moment. He brought his scarlet gaze down to meet her own lovely eyes and for a moment he forgot what he was doing.

Bringing his head downwards, Sparhawk stole a kiss. His lips brushed over hers with a quick, but not too quick, motion. He could feel the warmth of her through his lips as well as everywhere else and things were starting to get a little uncomfortable in the downstairs regions. Just great. He was supposed to be a gentleman.

Clearing his throat, the now embarrassed man continued his song, pretending that he hadn't kissed her at all. "Next verse, we are singink. You go, do this one. Then we move on."