Come and get me, my sweet little King

He would watch with a simmering interest as her features would contort about the structures of a wry simper, the ashen goddess desiring no temptation to shift, instead only the harmony of her voice would suggest her thoughts, her emotions. Isardis much preferred body language. Her suggestions of similarities were enough to make him bubble with dwindling pleasure, ?Oh my peppered temptress, your former leader would not have the pleasures of my relations I am sure.? Smirk would wind further about pale lips as ruby gaze would devour her feminine curves, a daring step bringing the pair closer as cherry nostrils would reach for her proximities, only to fall short of contact, ?And what did you think of this ivory lord? I will have to do my greatest to best your opinions.?