And when you kiss me goodnight

She would resist his attempts to clasp her ear, sending a surprised hiss of mild displeasure skimming shuddering pipes. Though alas he would calm, if she opposed his touch he would let her come to him. Yet she seemed to only draw farther away, sinking to his side as she would rest emerald gape upon ruby spheres; lips tainted by pleasure as she would speak, the male retracting from her proximities, ?It seems you have misunderstood my pearl?, for I was warning you of an unyielding lust, a superseding desire; as opposed to a void sense of mere affection.? Lips would tweak, a low chuckle fleeing the chasms of his throat.

Her next question would come as a surprise, the man?s smile fading lightly, pondering a safe response. Though if there was something Isardis believed he owed her, it was the honesty of her future, after all; perhaps she could have been of use? ?If I have a choice; I will make The Siege happen,? weight shifted tail batting at hocks, ?Alacritis needs to know it can?t walk all over us. We will come out superior, don?t you worry, little silver.? The thought would cross his mind, though only his best would fight, he found no real harm in questioning, ?Do you fight, or is your nature but a figment of your shell??