Cold. Her touch. A heavy sigh and desolate eyes looking away from the blonde. He looked down at her hand that touched his. His skin he was sure would come as warm to her. Dreyfuss flexed his jaw minding his lower canines.
A cold corpse, regardless if it was freshly killed, would not sate his hunger; the same hunger that made his mouth water; that made him wash it down with alcohol.
“Make yourself at home,” despite the empathetic hiss from his lips the corners of his mouth were tugging upward into a grin.
She gave him a look as if she thought it was working. The imperial smiles
as she looks down at his hand and moved closer. She looked at the bartender
who gave them new drinks. She took the spice wine and brought it to her lips
and took a sip. She didn't like drinking and the drink it self stung the back of
her throat. She chuckles.
"--Thank you, my dear. " Her fingers trailed over his harm as she looked up into
his eyes. She smiles, jesus she felt so nervous yep. This was probably one of
those things were she would tell Seranna we dont talk about this.
"So where are you off to after this place?"