She'd been goading him, she knew it. That still didn't stop the briefest flashes of annoyance from appearing on her face at his response. Her grip around him tightened for the merest of seconds before relaxing again, as did her expression and she smiled easily as if they were talking serenely about the weather.
Recalling the smile on her face had her remembering their nights together, brief but passionate moments whereupon night after night she could see a plan forming in her mind's eye. Her eyes raked Ishmael up and down, remembering the first night they met she wasn't wearing much less than she was currently. The thought made her insides squirm delightfully, and she gave a little hop as she moved to kiss his cheek.
"How thoughtful of you to ask!" she crooned, adopting the same affected tone as him; one that did not fit anyone remotely resembling Azazel right now. "Oh, you know silly ol' me," she continued, walking to the fire and reaching our her hands as if to warm herself up. Truth be told, she'd had her fill earlier in the day and was quite comfortable, thank you very much. Her tone changed from high and haughty to somewhere between syrupy and seductive. "Just been waiting for you to arrive. I've been lonely Ishmael, and I'm absolutely starved for some company, what took you so long?"
She raised her eyes from the fire back up to his, her eyebrows knitting together in an accusing expression of betrayal and hurt, as if he'd left her standing at the alter.
Recalling the smile on her face had her remembering their nights together, brief but passionate moments whereupon night after night she could see a plan forming in her mind's eye. Her eyes raked Ishmael up and down, remembering the first night they met she wasn't wearing much less than she was currently. The thought made her insides squirm delightfully, and she gave a little hop as she moved to kiss his cheek.
"How thoughtful of you to ask!" she crooned, adopting the same affected tone as him; one that did not fit anyone remotely resembling Azazel right now. "Oh, you know silly ol' me," she continued, walking to the fire and reaching our her hands as if to warm herself up. Truth be told, she'd had her fill earlier in the day and was quite comfortable, thank you very much. Her tone changed from high and haughty to somewhere between syrupy and seductive. "Just been waiting for you to arrive. I've been lonely Ishmael, and I'm absolutely starved for some company, what took you so long?"
She raised her eyes from the fire back up to his, her eyebrows knitting together in an accusing expression of betrayal and hurt, as if he'd left her standing at the alter.