Oh…oh, no, I must thank you, my dear, sweet Mr. Gant. I respect you so much!~
Dahlia smiles serenely, looking every inch a blushing, lovestruck schoolgirl. It’s mostly an act, but now that her lips have touched him, Dahlia figures that he belongs to her.
Mhmm.
[Sharp eyes take in Dahlia’s full length body, not maliciously, nor leering predetorily at her- more identifying a criminal in a line up than measuring a piece of meat for the slaughter- appreciating just how easy it is to be fooled by her innocent mask. Of course, he’d heard countless tails of the devil wearing an angel’s clothes, but never really thought her victims to be that intelligent, and therefore fooled quickly by something not as special as it sounded. However, when one is on the direct receiving end of her trickery, one can truly see that Dahlia Hawthorne is expertly skilled in her trade- at least, this side of it- and to say it didn’t appeal to him would be an quite the lie.]
You flatter me, Dollie, you really do.
(Source: demongent)
