*for @toooldforgermany, something spicy.
“You’ve got quite the look about you.” Naux eyed him over, making no secret of her curiosity. “Something a bit different.” A single finger tapped against her chin. “There’s this almost bookish air about you...almost like a schoolboy. Perhaps I once had a class with someone who looked a little like you.” The spark of wonder in her gaze slowly blended into something more hungry.
“It’s always the quiet ones, the squares that you can’t predict. A popular sportsman, he’s easy to read. With him, you know exactly what you’re getting. Now someone like you...?” She’s positively purring. “Well, I bet you’re bundles of fun!” With a cheeky sway of her hips, she shimmied closer to him. They weren’t at a dance hall; there was no music playing, save for a shop radio. “Now tell me, Specs—”
She leaned in, brushing her hand against the side of his head. Her next words came in a whisper for his ears only. “—Do I make you randy?”