Re: The Bar
Oh, she was good. The look on her face, the way she leaned towards him, playing along in this familiar dance, it was a good feeling to be part of. Most women swooned, got giggly and annoying when they felt flattered. So few could hold their own for more than a moment or two when he gave them his full attention, so for something like this to happen? He was hardly going to let it slip through his fingers easily.
And then she was mouthing those words, forming them with lips and tongue in his mother tongue, and there was no holding back the absolutely devilish turn to his lips. "A silly question to ask, my darling," he replied, reaching up once more, fingers this time touching along the line of her jaw, further down as he ghosted along her neck. "You should be asking if you're deviant enough to handle me."