"Okay...I will be...slow..." He said in an exaggerated slowness, a cocky little smirk on his face. Oh, he was just a devil. Nikephoros continued to paw at her hair, twisting the waving locks around his fingers. So soft!
"Hope? Will you tell me things you like, other than my calling you foal?" he asked after turning his eyes toward the sun setting, though he never released her hair.
"Such as...where you are from? Or more of your mother and fathers? I am curious about these things."