--SLOW-DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM--
03-19-2013, 10:38 AM
He almost felt like this a contest, the gist of it being that whoever got the most naughty jokes or quips in before someone left was pronounced the winner. A smile cracked across his lips and remained there, charming and amusing as it could be. But now it was her turn, the ball was in her court, and Marvel could not be more pleased with her response. Of course, he probably could have if she'd have turned tail and presented herself right then and there - but that was hardly probable. Either way, her response was not a slap in the face, and was therefore desirable. A smirk would play into his smile, curling just a bit upward. A twinkle in his eye would remain there as she spoke her piece, giving off a slight innuendo and then naming him lead healer. Agua. Marvel dipped his head respectfully, finding that that was the kind thing to do in this situation. She then dismissed him, and Marvel knew his time was up. Though he saw this as a match won, he couldn't help but wonder if it could be considered a draw. She'd battled his seductive wit quite well, and even brushed it off like it was nothing. Very well, Sol. I shall be counting the minutes, he would utter before turning on his heels and sauntering off into his new territory. Not a glance was passed to any of the others that still lingered, no, he had his mind only two wolves. Jupiter, the beautiful Sol, and the man who had attempted to woo her just as Marvel had. Frino would be sought out next. Exit Marvel Speech, |