marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp, |
It honestly couldn't be helped, the brand of smirk Marcus sported at Ilinca's murmured as decidedly cocky. For being such a dangerous thing to his gender, she was a damn balm to his rather bruised male ego at the moment. He'd never admit it even to a dead body that his pride had been shaken at being possessed by a damn spirit. A witch and he had been possessed and it was questionable on how many.
Marcus gave Ilinca's back a soft stroke of his thumb before confidently leading her into said waltz. "Shame to hear so many other dance partners were a disappointment before me." Without any fan-fair, the witch down and kissed the left side of Ilinca's jaw with a sensual affection. He kept himself close to her, indulging in her glow as he brushed his shadowed jaw up her own to rest his full lips at the shell of the fae's ear. "When was the last time you danced with another man and didn't suck him dry?" He rumbled in Ilinca's ear.