{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.
*Bites down on her lip, stifling a scoff. This bloke is just an absolute riot. At his wink, she dramatically flattens her hand over her heart, laying her other wrist across her forehead.*
Oh, Dominik, I am beginning to feel faint…! This whirlwind romance!
{As she dramatically swoons, he swoops in and, dramatically, holds her in a “gentleman keeping a lady from falling” kind of pose. He winks again, and arches an eyebrow just for a smoldering effect}
I know, luv. Quite romantic. To be wooed off yer feet by a woildman Snoiper. So much danger and intrigue! Bet yer heart’s poundin’ a mile a minute. Wot say you to makin’ this noight special?
{His grin becomes an impish one, his eyes gaining a devilish gleam to them. And here was the test}
Why don’tcha kiss me?
