The Ethaefal ignored his roving gaze. She didn't care, so long as he didn't react too drastically to their presence. While she didn't know he was thinking she was a succubus, she herself had no knowledge of that particular demon. She'd not heard of them on her travels, and while she could be considered one of the succubi, she was not one. She belonged to a divine realm, not a hellish circle.
She smiled at this man pleasantly instead, holding his hand as though they were much, much more than newly acquaintanced. She was odd like that, however. It was her nature to force her will on the unsuspecting and the attractive, and this man was both. She couldn't resist wanting to make sure anyone who saw them knew he was hers. It was like a pissing contest. Almost.
"What a charming grin you have, Rafaelle," she flirted as she saw that smirk, that cheeky expression, cross his lips. And it was charming. It suited him wonderfully. It made him even more attractive, and it made her want him. It was a good thing they were going to those Gardens, for they were sure to be enshrouded in the privacy afforded visitors there. No matter what she to him, with him, or for him, they were certain to not be bothered by the curious and bold. She liked her privacy anyway, especially in such intimate matters alike to the ones she was considering with this man. She couldn't get ahead of herself, however. She was not assured Rafaelle's affections at just because he acquiesced to follow. She needed proof of his willingness, his desire, to be hers, or she might as well as just end this game and pour something unpleasant down his throat.
Unlike most people, Centari rarely took offense to anything, but if she did, she made sure the one to offend her was adequately punished for that snub. She would hate to have to do that to Rafaelle, however, but there was always giving him his seven minutes in heaven followed by an hour through hell. If seven minutes was an adequate amount of time to feel satisfied, that is.
"You are such a kind man, m'lord." A smile stung the corners of her lips. "I am pleased you accept my invitation, and I'd be glad to share with you whatever you wish for whatever you'd care to offer." A light laugh followed her words. She felt like a fool speaking like this, like some human's brat pretending to be some form of courtesan. It all went with the game, and she didn't allow the mockery of courtly appearances to fall. She wanted to flatter this man, this charming and attractive piece of work.
"What would you like to know first, Rafaelle?" She smirked slightly as she led him down the street, hand in hand. Ohhhhhh this could be fun, she thought.