You Remind Me

Balthier would sit quietly and listen, he would hear her own feedback and thoughts on both his response and question to the game. But she was right in maybe thinking he wasn't interested. It wasn't necessarily that, but with the drink taking over him as the time passed he was starting to lose control over what was meant to be wrong. He was generally a nice guy though his more physical, and deeper down emotional desires festered more to make him believe he wasn't wrong or bad. What he had done to Azzurra was surely not his fault, he'd point all the blame onto his sister. It would be no different now. Kiliaen was playing a dangerous game with him, nearly a stranger. And welcoming him into her home was that fresh coating of everything he wanted seemingly to be what she wanted too. To him, that was.

As she talked he had finished his bottle, taking the last one from behind him him without standing and popping it open for another swig. Mostly in tune with her voice, not so much the words that came out of her mouth. He felt the same way though, about what she said. A small nod in agreeance with that gentle smile. It was the way of his life that made him think fame and fortune wasn't for him. Maybe things would have been different had he stayed in Abaven, and his father stayed too. He lived for those he kept close and today that was no one.

Gaze rose again to her as she asked her next question, more of a cheeky grin in response. It was when he fully rose beside her, leaving the wine bottle where it had been placed in front of him. He closed the distance, not expecting her to oppose his actions, again feeling like she wanted just the same he did. "I like to please." He commented while his paw rose to reach over her back, and attempted to surround her with his chest against her spine, paws around her sides. In a way he was testing, what she wanted to do. But every move was made of confidence as he went to hold onto her and move his muzzle along the side of her neck in one full fluent motion. He wasn't thinking at all, but short time would tell if she would give into him. He would not expect things to fall out of place from him.

"Balthier"