Rolled up looking picture perfect

She is fairly interested in his harness, and he does not blame her- he too was very interested in it when he first came across it. That is why he /had/ to have it, even if it meant murdering someone to get it. To his surprise she allows his nose to collide with her own, his nostrils flaring as he inhales her alluring perfume. He has not been this close to a female before.. well, a live female that is. He was used to being around his sisters, but they weren't anything like this girl. Most females turned and ran when they saw him, but Basanti... she was interested in him. 'Obviously he wasn't deserving of such an item." An amused chuckle rumbles within his chest in response to her statement, his dark amethyst eyes staring into the acidic depths of her glare. "Obviously not." He coos softly, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to slide across his lips enticingly. He wonders if this girl has killed anything, or anyone, before. "Would you say you are... deserving... of those acidic eyes, Basanti?" This is his way of flirting without knowing it. He doesn't have an ounce of real charm in his body, all he knows is force and brutality due to his mother and father. He is enticed by the alluring gems within her skull. If only he could have them for himself... Or her all together.