{Stops licking, and breaks out into a grin}
Oh, bloody hell, yeh got a thin’ fer me? Blimey, didn’t know that. So, yeh think my body’s hot or somethin’? Got an itchin’ fer some “Dommy-luvin’?”
{Oh, yes. Two could play at this game. Two could play. Dominik wondered how long she could last}
*The face she’s making is a cross between a smirk and a cringe.*
Yes, I’m afraid I just can’t get you out of my head! Ever since I first laid eyes on.. you. I just. I couldn’t—I can barely contain my rampant lust for you.
*Haha, oh, she’s not anywhere near drunk enough to be pseudo-swooning like this.*
{With a dramatic flick of his wrist, he raises his hand and combs it through his hair. Flamboyantly he leans forward, giving her a rouge-like grin to rival any debonair Spy. He gives her a wink, his tone low and silky as he speaks}
Yeah, figured that. I see yeh ogglin’ me on the battlefield. Not t’ mention, all these threats to my nether regions— all proof I’m in yer head, all the toime.
