you're a bad-hearted boy-trap, babydoll, but you're so damn hot.

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[lefthandedgenius]

"The first aren't the best idea for me." Not that she's disapproving of what anyone else wants to smoke or swallow or snort, but she receives plenty of somewhat hallucinatory stimuli due to her bansheeness as it is that she doesn't want to open those horizons.

"Hot fudge is tempting, though to clarify, her walk-in closet, or her walk-in fridge?" She's not even gonna lie, Olivia Godfrey's fashion sense is pretty sharp.

As to the last, slyly, "Really?"

[saturniapavonia]

"No drugs." Eaaasily dismissed. He nods and keeps his ear open for the rest, sure that something will work.

"Closet for shoes and clothes." Who wouldn't want that?

Ah. There we are. Green eyes gleam."I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to try."

[lefthandedgenius]

"You wanted chocolate sauce and chopped peanuts and sex? All at the same time?" She's teasing him now. "Kinky."

[saturniapavonia]

Roman shrugs. "Life's short. Get what you want." His delivery is sincere and oh so aware that it is like he's reciting a bumper sticker.

"I wouldn't cover you in chocolate. Not at first." He's just mature enough to leave out a nuts joke. With his fingers laced in hers they're still putting her temporary home at a distance. "I think it's safe to say you're sweet enough."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Are you sure about that?" she asks playfully. "If you're willing to find out," Her fingers laced in his, she swings their hands back and forth, the gesture for a moment is almost childlike, "Lay on, MacDuff."

[saturniapavonia]

"Willing and able." But more importantly: "The Lady Godfrey is not at home. So." He shrugs. Their hands still swing and there is now a direction to head to. Another house on the lake. In fact close enough to see Lydia's own vacation home. The lights aren't all on. Only a few. It's more of a beacon.