His blush was now fully upon him. But he soon regaled his senses. She wanted somebody gruff, confident in himself. She clearly wished to be with the him of late, not that she had ever taken note of that man, not this sheepish fellow before her. "Only the very best," he mentioned, smiling back cunningly himself, allowing the mask to slide away from his face.

"Everything I have ever cared for has abandoned me," he muttered, giving her truly something of note. "Another couldn't hurt now." He brought up his hand to brush her hair back against her temple, lifting his face to hers, kissing her fully on the lips, with lips of sweetness and yet self-loathing. He parted her lips, only to ravish her cheek with swifter pecks, and going down her neck, before halting, being that arrogant man he knew she was craving. Her silence in her movements told him everything, even though they be the movements of a lithe thief, movements of subtlety. He knew the meaning of the, saw the depth.

"And that is merely but a taste," he spoke, beginning to enjoy his old ways again. How he appreciated this new company. He planted another kiss on her lips, whilst his sharp tongue pleaded for entry.