Wind in the Willows

He only gave a grin in reply to her thanking of him, struggling to keep a laugh to break free. This was turning in to quite the enjoyable encounter. He didn't pursue the thought as she glanced away from his gaze, a sudden shyness that surprised him a tiny bit as he had gotten used to her previous manner. It was a good sign though, or at least so he thought. It might mean that she was falling for his charms, or she was still unsure of how she felt. It was better then disgust, though, right?



Greed nodded in reply, the curling smile back, a devilish tilt helping the curve. "And you, Greed, how is it you feel about me? He didn't answer immediately, gaze getting a contemplating look to it while he decided how to answer. He could be poetic or vulgar here, even though his poetry skills were somewhat lacking. A normal princess wouldn't appreciate vulgarity, but little Azalea didn't strike him as a normal princess. He could be on possibly thin ice now. he might drive her away if he answered in a too straightforward way, losing everything here. " I want to know every curve of your body, every hair, everything that makes you shiver. i want to know where to touch you, where to touch you. I want to know too much about you, Darling. The question is, though. . ." He slipped forward, to put his lips by her ear and barely sigh the last part, voice painted with a want and need that was like a throbbing pain in his mind. "Just how much will you let me learn about you, Darling?" He wasn't sure how she would respond to him. He might not have given the answer she wanted, or had completely misjudged this situation. No, he couldn't have been too far off, right? She had been the one to ask him after all. So it couldn't be his fault if she didn't like what he said, right?



"Speech"