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He refused to respond in an overly effective way as her thick tones cascaded over the resonance, and she possessed half a mind to pout, and yet, she digressed. The precious woman tilted her skull towards him as he questioned her motives. Powerful inclination to offer him an answer devoured her soul and immediately she approached him. Her long, skinny, legs attempting to deliver her near his chest where her svelte corset would stop nearest him. Hetero-chromatic eyes would seek to find his, to drown him in the chaos that she so perfectly encompassed and a low rumble would begin to stir in her chest, "I'm fairly creative. Depends on the kind of fun you like to have, soldier,"