+ theimpalpable. continued for dom from {x}. With careful appreciation, Len watched him, a slightly doe-eyed expression resonated from her hazel irises whilst he denied her what she had practically demanded in husky whisper. Yes. To answer his question, yes. She had never been denied. Not like this. But--she was so dumbfounded, she was uncertain how to respond. For once, a man had left her speechless. Furrowed brow met his confident expression while he kept the steady close-knit proximity between them.
“Then what are you?” the question was actually genuine. He was being cute and cheeky and playful, and she felt greatly out of her element. A perfect gentleman? She had not anticipated this...she was far too sober for this encounter.