Julius + Maeve Sunrise
His charm had won her over in the big scheme of things. It just wouldn't win every argument. "Never. And I hope you never let me win no matter how good I look in," Maeve gave a half shrug, a playful grin on her face when she borrowed one of his sentiments, "Anything, really." Actually, it wasn't his charm that had won the day, really, it was the real him when he dropped trying to be charming to cover up things.
The heat and hunger returned to her eyes when he seemed intrigued by her offer, surprise behind them as well, but maybe that was because she had already tried to keep any sort of edge like that dulled around him. The preconception of him still present somewhere in her mind perhaps, or maybe it was that protective instinct that seemed to only come out around him. Not that it mattered if she never got that way with him, she had immensely enjoyed everything so far, "Aye. But you look so pretty strung out, I don't really mind how I get you there." But then that took a backseat, contemplative for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip, "I am still like a spitting alleycat sometimes I know, when I'm myself especially, it probably ain't easy on you all the time but - it's nice I don't have to hide around you." Nice was woefully inadequate, and her face screwed up in frustration at her own word choice but unable to find something that was good enough for the moment, having returned to his original meaning from her own and almost wishing she didn't.
So it was as much to distract her as him when she reached out to tip his head towards her with a finger under his chin, "You're better than him you know." It wasn't sweet talk, it was a fact, even if it came with her voice dropping an octave into an almost purr.