wow ! holy mama . . . you know i wouldn't mind if you decided to step on me one day . . . i would be quite happy - you who
"Why would I step on you, sweetheart?"
Amusing, that this goofy redhead would approach and say that. Points for confidence, brazen, idiotic courage. She pressed her lips together momentarily before smiling, her attention flitting to the very pointed heel of her stiletto - considering his adorable hopes. How miserable he'd be if she took him up on it. Nevertheless cute that he should gather himself and swarm her anyway; She knew she was beautiful, perhaps conceited of her but no less true - how could she blame him for practically falling at her feet for sparest, even violent attentions?
With gentle hands, she cradled his face, coffin nails shifting with the tilt of her head, and she gazed down at him with mirth. Full, black-stained lips parted and she drew him against her form, shadow seemingly seeping into the room from every corner as to obscure all from view in swirling, nearly-menacing tendrils and twists. Gathered him, closer, until his head was set upon her breast - something gentle and sensual as opposed to arduous and back-breaking, yes? He could take a kiss to his forehead and the heat of her skin, soft flesh and adoring stares instead, couldn't he? Oh, but of course this was to overwhelm him. Fend off the big weirdo with a fantasy and a tease.
"Why would I step on you when I could just hold you like this, mm?" Mischief in her pleasant grin, a finger or two playing with a strand of his hair. She didn't mind teasing, playing ball to see if he backed out at the last minute... Test his patience. She didn't know who he was, but-- "Wouldn't it be more fun if we drank the night away and had some other fun? Maybe a nice chat, dear... an opportunity for you to use your mouth."