ONE BREATH IN THIS MOMENT

 

"Oh but you really are a pretty thing," Syrinx's vocals melted forward and were meant to dip aross her ears and press against her ego. While there was, as per usual, no sexual pull towards the damsel he would give her that much credit. He would even go as far to say that he was impressed by the fact Isardis did seem to constantly produce beautiful children. He was no liar and had long ago accepted that the hellraiser's children were particularly pretty. Syrinx let his tongue effortlessly glide over his inky lips and it wasn't but a mere moment more before syrinx pushed his backside against the ground. Eyes didn't leave Satis--instead he watched her and merely rumbled out a calmed call for his dearest sister. Chrysanthe. She would come, of this he was certain--and he had a proposition that was going to help everyoone involved, "I'll be getting you out of here, pet," the man's face was clearly void of trickery, and yet he expected the other girl to say something. Surely she'd find it curious how efortlessly he would speak; no? But, withholding how she would act-Syrinx had a task to preform.