—She noticed every single motion and gesture with great pleasure and a dazzling smile. She loved the old ways, she loved the delicacy of those lips barely touching the thin fabric of her long gloves— Why, dearest, you yourself are quite an interesting one, I must say... —she muttered utterly pleased as she took a step toward him, waddling naturally, highlighting each of her curves with those all-but-simple movements.— Now, I hope I can have all that in the same night, ding-a-ding. I get too hopeful when I find a good one, you see?
You certainly seem to be quite an interesting woman. —He took her hand gently. At first, she would notice a very soft yet cold hand, long and cared fingers would take her hand to his lips, exaggerated movements of an era that was far from the present, and still, he professed as part of his ritual; barely kissed the back of her hand. —A woman like yourself can have all the wine and blood she desires. Let's go, darling.
Oh, darling. Dinner and wine are my favorite words, besides lust and blood, of course. —she smirked at him delighted and offering him her hand to the front.—
Jm, jm, jm. Of course not, miss, you could call me as it pleases you. I am delighted to hear my name coming from such a pretty lady. — he smiled faintly — I say that... I would be more than happy to explore the possibilities with you, maybe we could start exploring along with dinner and wine?
—Why, how very interesting, Souta. I bet you don’t mind me calling you that way, do you, cinnamon? Maybe in due time we can give you a proper middle name. What say you, dear?
