"Rather unlike anything I can admit to having seen in any earlier hours of mine," he tells him through the part in his smile and the sweep of both hands taken through the tide of the other man's hair. "It makes for a marvellous image, that much can be said with an absence of any doubt."
In reply to the touch of the other’s fingers to his hair, drawing out through his curls, the male had curled a single corner of his lips in distaste, eyes narrowing vaguely as they set their gaze firmly upon the other, although beyond this there came no action to prevent the touch to the silken strands that spun themselves down to his waist, while his voice slipped his lips, spilling across sharp tongue that spoke between sharper teeth still.
"Unlike anything you have seen, perhaps; although I do believe that it is common courtesy to ask before touching another.”
