{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?
*Her cheeky grin widens with amusement at his little soliloquy, only to vanish off her face at his question. He’s not serious, is he? What is he expecting her to do, take him up on his offer, or turn him away? Depending on what he wants, she’ll either risk insulting him if she declines, or she’ll cross some sort of boundary she shouldn’t.*
…..
*The obvious solution is to do neither, slowly freezing up in his arms under pressure, and stare uncomprehendingly at him as her mind retreats to that familiar comforting blankness.*
No witty comment? No lovely, flirtin’ shot at me? Damn. Must have really surprised yeh. But if yeh don’t wanna kiss me, guess that means yeh were lyin’ ‘bout all that.
{His grin widens, becoming a bit toothy. He was watching her every move}
