[ For maybe the first time with him, the apples of her cheeks flush at the comment, her smile losing some of its playful edge and giving way to something more soft. This sort of romantic, cliche line really only works because it's Yi Sang, and it's been like that since the beginning. With his arm around her shoulder, she loops one around his waist, with the other coming to rest atop his chest, her touch confident and graceful. ]
Still set on wooing me, I see.
[ She traces her nail in a delicate pattern down his chest, only one of a thousand tricks she has up her sleeve to tease and drive people wild. She'll have fun trying them all out on him — he's not like any of the patrons who came to the Pavilion, who spent lavish amounts of money just for an evening with her. Her touch isn't possessive, but it is firm and sure, lacking the shyness or butterflies that a fledgling relationship might have. You're mine. ]
Keep looking my way, then. I've not seen nearly enough of your gaze just yet.
[ With that, she gives him a pat on the chest and begins to tug him away from the mirror with her hold on his waist, keen to share the sights ahead with him. ]
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Still set on wooing me, I see.
[ She traces her nail in a delicate pattern down his chest, only one of a thousand tricks she has up her sleeve to tease and drive people wild. She'll have fun trying them all out on him — he's not like any of the patrons who came to the Pavilion, who spent lavish amounts of money just for an evening with her. Her touch isn't possessive, but it is firm and sure, lacking the shyness or butterflies that a fledgling relationship might have. You're mine. ]
Keep looking my way, then. I've not seen nearly enough of your gaze just yet.
[ With that, she gives him a pat on the chest and begins to tug him away from the mirror with her hold on his waist, keen to share the sights ahead with him. ]