Re: The Bar
Those words spoken in that accent was just too much for words, Luca thought, eyes finally pulling away from her lips as he met her gaze. "Born and raised in Florence," he said simply in response, propping himself up against the bar as their hands were both empty of drinks once more. The way she formed those words, simple as they were, just made him think of naughty things, dim light and bare skin, the smell of pleasure heady in the warm air. But he tucked those thoughts back where they could bother no one for the moment, giving her that thousand kilowatt smile in exchange.
"Drinks are simply a way to break into conversation," he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and away from her cheek, fingers lingering as they drew back bit by bit. "And there are many things I can think of that I would like very much at this moment, but the question is..." Luca trailed off, pulling his hand away, "Is there anyone here that can accommodate my desires?"