[That is where Shez might be wrong. She definitely, definitely can blame him, especially when she'd been looking for a good fuck at the time. To think, he did not even have the decency to turn his mind away from blades... They were interesting enough, she supposed, she'd spent most of the 16th century watching bloodshed, but... It just wasn't her thing, close combat.
At least, not with steel.]
Fine, fine~
[She can start easy. By tugging on his waistband to urge him close enough that she can drape her arms over his shoulders instead, it's above the waist!, her lips curling into an inviting (and maybe slightly predatory) smile.]
no subject
At least, not with steel.]
Fine, fine~
[She can start easy. By tugging on his waistband to urge him close enough that she can drape her arms over his shoulders instead, it's above the waist!, her lips curling into an inviting (and maybe slightly predatory) smile.]
So are you kissing me... ? Or am I kissing you?
[It might be a trick question.]