their fall from grace will pave their path

Pleasure is the exact thing that rolls through her as he turns his ice cold gaze upon her figure. He's grown into a handsome man with a thick, brassy voice that sends tingles sizzling in her veins. A pleased rumble moves up her throat, giving the impression of a cat's purr. Taking another step closer, slowly, each toe touching the group at a time, she takes her time. It was the temptation, the electricity, the anticipation that excited her. Keep him hanging on the edge just long enough until he's begging on his knees.

Calliope assesses him back. Eyes unashamedly running over his corded muscles, brazen appearance. Carnal hunger lights in her belly, teeth pressing together as her lips crinkles ever so slightly. "Seems you know that better than I," Calliope hums, taking another slow, lazy step forward. She can see past the façade, see the bitterness at the edges of his expression. Had something happened to the poor boy who had once been on top of the world?

"Do I dare ask what you have been up to?" Her head cants ever so lightly, eyes wide, brow slightly arched. Would he give in?

"Speech"