The muscle of his chest flexed lightly, just enough to meet her own as she stood up, giving them both the briefest moment of any actual touch beyond their held hands. At her snarky words, he slowly rose an eyebrow, mind churning once again. She didn't step away from him though, and her body was still quite close, he soft breaths brushing against his cheeks. He contemplated how to handle it, knowing she was expecting a response, and knowing there was probably a specific one she was expecting. Blue eyes searched hers, wondering what move to make. Even if she didn't know it, she had put a stop to his momentum, and left him on the defensive. How to keep up the sparks in the air without letting them die out completely? Again he chewed his lower lip, refusing to glance away.
"I wouldn't like that at all." He answered firmly, letting the fire burn to his gaze again. He stepped forward, lithe and tall body pressing against her own, muscle molding to her curves as if it had specifically been defined to cup her body to them. He simply stood there though, not making any further moves, keeping up the teasing. Somewhere he sensed that she was trying to hold on to her restraint, and somewhere he sensed that she might like the feeling. She had seem surprised by him once or twice during this whole show, which led him to think that maybe she wasn't used to someone like him. Perhaps she wasn't ever confidently approached with poise or skill, her beauty enough to intimidate most. Or perhaps she simply attracted the wrong sort of folks. There were a lot out there like that, and he had seen them first hand in Zeltiva. Even a few of the pleasure-givers were shady enough to make him wonder how they ever got any sort of business. Perhaps that is just how it was though.
"Why else would I be hinting at trying so very hard to ease them open?" He allowed her imagination to roam, letting his own flit along as well. His gaze dipped, taking in her red lips, nibbling his lower one in a sudden show of craving. Once again, his ever-so-expressive eyes began to change. They began to darken and hunger, a signal of what thoughts were possibly running through his head. They were in an abandoned opening with a crystal clear pond, after all.
His body lightly shivered, flexing against her own again, close enough and tight enough to be able to remind her of each line of definition through her tight outfit. His body had changed from cool and wet to slightly warm, and the hot sun was already starting to form sweat. He had just taken an un-wanted bath, and was practically about to need one again.
