Victiore laughed at what he said. He always was a bit sure of himself when it came to what she thought of him. She did think those things, but she only admitted it when it suited her, and certainly not when she wanted to play with him. "Is that right?" She spoke softly as he pulled her even closer and swayed them.
She pulled back. The stair was not a place to be like that. Taking his hand she led him back down them to and to the right into the living room. She let go of his hand a second before she sat down on the very comfortable, leather couch. "If it is you wouldn't mind proving it." The look in her eye showing the wickedness of her thoughts.