Raising an eyebrow, Bash looked at Darcy. "Yes... why? Do you have a problem with your eyesight?" He'd gladly examine her eyes and work on a potion to help her. After all, it benefited the both to have properly working eyes.
Nineteen. Groaning, he wasn't exactly thrilled with her age, but he wasn't entirely displeased either. She was legal and had a little experience, but being that he was thirty-three he felt a little lecherous. Pulling her a little closer, Bash pressed his lips to hers once again. Within moments, he parted his lips and ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips asking for admittance.