Always amusing. Funny how quickly they could turn on a dime. Half a mind of his was ready to pull off protection and continue to force her weakness with unyielding eyes. But, this too could be made an advantage. As aloof composure hides unwavering confidence- only made worse by insistence. "..What is there for a playboy to learn? Tact?" Fangs might've been retracted in favor for calmer tones, but dare not forget who she spoke to. Spice was still very much at his core, if but only for her.
It's takes only a request to pull out such a flame, as weight shifts. Push back against, send reeling. The advantage was his, so he continues to press it. And press against. With her back forced upon cushion, he nears closer to source despite blinding. Feeling around for face, perhaps sneaking around a bit before reaching. And settling on chin, till pressing nose. "Remember who chased who, Angel." Lift fingers slightly, as stare is still focused. The look she may had forgotten.
(( ☼ Tact? No amount of tact could save him from his own ego. He's not smirking, but she can feel his confidence crawling up her hands and arms, probing her nerves. "For the playboy persona you had, I don't think you actually ever used any of your techniques on me. So you'll have to forgive me if I feel a little left out. Between us, it was always more... 'forget him, get with me'." Now that she thinks about it, she wonders what it felt like to be on the receiving end of his charms when it was purely frivolous and fun.
A small 'eep' escapes as his shadow looms over hers. She can feel herself losing this power struggle. Yes, she invited it, but she didn't think he'd actually follow through. She just assumed he'd veer toward his trademark line of, "that's stupid", and refuse to play along. The songstress' heart stops mid-beat, the whites of her eyes rounding out as her pupils dilate on his. "?!" Her inner thoughts become a screeching kettle. Lightheadedness, dizziness, and clammy hands hit her all at once as he lands a critical blow to the weakest part of her mind. "W-Wait. Time out... time out! You can't just..."
The flirt had never truly dissipated. A different persona had been required to achieve goals before, and in doing so he'd adopted to a calmer composure. Matured, sarcastic, and calculated. Yet roots were still very much mischievous. In moments like so, a kindling and spark could set aflame. "There was a reason, remember? My personal rule: never take a taken women." However.. circumstances were different.
After all, she was his women. If she means to test temperance then he best not disappoint. Guard lowered, fingers sneak. Underneath grasp that intended to blind, pushing back. Behind her head and pinning into place. Eyes narrowing, glance given is all too familiar in format to. Lower. Near lips, testing nerves further. Cheeks exposed weakness, flustered display akin to blood in the water for a predator like himself. Mouth opens he leans in, but narrowly avoids. To ear, as only breathing graces for now. Steady. Calm still, in contrast to beating heart of other. As hips move to press weight, fingertips under chin lift. Angling so words could slip easily within ear. "--Can't take you right now? Oh, but I can."



















