He couldn’t get a read on that laugh, but at least he could be certain she was enjoying his company so far. Dio simply smiled as she continued, it’s true he didn’t know her and yet he was so certain about what he felt, about what his heart yearned for. How could one simple answer have caused him to want her so badly? He couldn’t answer but after living for so long he did know one thing, feelings like this couldn’t be ignored.
“True, I don’t mean to put expectations onto you, after all you have already exceeded all of my initial expectations…right now I’m just curious to see where we end up.” He was about to make another comment when she stood. Dio’s eyes followed her every move , not knowing where this would end up and not expecting what happened. Her touch made a fire within him ignite, heart beating faster and faster as she took off her heels and got so comfortable in his lap. His body reacts in ways he can’t control and he stares at her eyes as she smiles, oh how devilish.
This would be when other men would have lost all self control, but not Dio, he was able to hold on, he simply placed a hand on her back and slowly moved it up and down, feeling her warmth an definitely wanting more. “Me? Oh my dear Miss Kitty you are the one that keeps grabbing my attention like none before~” he let out a sigh of content, this felt comfortable, the closeness, her warmth, it was almost magical. He leaned in, his face close to hers as he whispered “I’m a gentleman Miss Kitty, I need to know what you want me to do, because right now…what I want to do may make it difficult for us to keep talking through words…but the conversation will continue through…touch~” his other hand landed on her hip, just resting there with purpose.
Kitty doesn’t move to leave him, nor does she lean in further-- this was her chosen spot, after all. So, she simply settles instead, as though she’s decided that comfort is something she can figure out later. His hand at her back earns a faint shift of attention from her, not alarmed, just . . . aware. It's not the first time a man has placed his hands on her curves and she's certain it won't be the last-- awareness was an instinct she had cultivated a long time ago.
And yet he still refers to himself as a gentleman.
The statement drifts in her mind and Kitty can not help but to hum, smiling softly in answer. The reaction is less amused than prior, leaning more into her inner analytics.Her gaze lingers on his face for a moment longer than necessary before she exhales softly through her nose, giving a sound that suggests she’s still deciding what she thinks of him.
❛ Mm. . . ❜ she hums, voice light, almost absent-minded, like she’s thinking more than she’s speaking. ❛ You don't think we are moving a little fast for a conversation that’s supposed to involve words? ❜
There’s no real complaint in her inquiry. If anything, there’s a faint curiosity underneath, like she’s watching him rather than resisting him. Her fingers shift idly against his chest, not clinging, not pushing away either, just there in a way that feels more like observation than affection.
Men were always trying to forgo conversation for something more physical, at least in her experience. It was rare she ever indulged them fully-- she was a woman of standards and dignity, after all. But what fully separates Dio from other men, then? Maybe his sincerity, if one could call it that.
❛ Alright, then. I have a suggestion, ❜ she adds after a beat, her posture straightening. Her palms clap onto his chest, patting him in a brief, double tap as if she's found the solution to the problem.
❛ I want to know you. You want to know me. So, just ask. Anything. And I'll answer you, honestly. I promise. ❜
The words are simple, but they don’t feel like a request. More like a structure she’s placing between them, something she can use. If she's to do anything, she'd like to have a larger base of information to work with first.
Her brow lifts, complexion intrigued and seemingly waiting. Her tail does another flick behind her and a scalloped ear twitches, seemingly anxious for his reply. But before he can answer, she's already adding to onto herself.
❛ Tell you what, let’s cut the formalities, mm? ❜ She adds at last, tone gentling in a different way now. ❛ Miss Kitty is for marquees. ❜
Her eyes flick back to his, steady again.
❛ You can call me Kitty. Or whatever else you'd like to call me. ❜
It's not a request or a demand. It's a question in its own manner, seeing how he wishes to truly perceive her.
A beat passes before she exhales again, more lightly this time, settling back into the rhythm she’s chosen.
❛ I'll even ask a question first, since you asked the last one. ❜ Her head tilts again, like she needs to think her question over. She doesn't. But she can act as though she needs the extra time to formulate herself properly. ❛ Are you always certain of people? Are first impressions important to you? ❜
She was beautiful beyond compare, the way she looked as she was deep in thought was more than proof of that. “Perhaps we are moving a bit fast but it feels right dos t it?” She answers his question with her idea about getting to know eachother by asking questions. The fact she was still straddling him and looking so comfortable made it clear this was her way of showing that perhaps she saw something in him too.
He remained quiet and listened listens to all she had to say, her voice alone soothing to him. The blonde then smiled before speaking “You come up with good ideas Kitty, alright let’s play this game of twenty questions.” He put both of his hands on her hips, resting them there as he gathered his thoughts. “To answer your question, it depends on the person. Sometimes people are as open as a book, you can see all they are from the first meeting but others are more tricky, people who are guarded, who hide their true intentions. I’ve gotten good at reading people over the years but I wasn’t always this way and I’ve been burned a few times.” Dio only looks into her eyes as he speaks, finding comfort in her presence that made him relax.
“It’s important to make a good first impression and you sure made a good one. I wouldn’t say it’s the be all end all but I still value it highly.” Now it was time for his question “tell me Kitty, have you ever given your heart to someone else? If so what happens?” He wanted to know more about her, to know how she thought and processed her emotions, he wanted to connect with her on a deep emotional level even if his body kept reacting to her close proximity.
