death incarnate & night triumphant

He could not help but allow the hum of male satisfaction course through him at her words. Oh, he was completely flattered if that's what you would call it. And though he was saddened by her words, that she had not touched that device that she loved so dearly, the fact that his face was the last photo taken on the camera was gratifying. When she flutters her eyes at him, he can't help but throw a dark glance back at her, gaze darting from her eyes to her lips and back again. How delicious she looked. Who was he kidding? She was always delicious. Even in her broken state, even if she still hated him, Andras hardly thought he would not think she was a meal worth devouring. As he continues teasing, his gaze holding her so steadily, the fae male is impressed she doesn't combust before him, his choice of words would have once sent her into a blushing fit and yet, he could still hear her heartbeat falter. Even when she holds eye contact, challenging him. Wicked delight flashes across his face as a bedroom laugh falls from his lips, dark and amused, "Well, aren't we feisty tonight?" He murmurs quietly, "If you want to get me naked, all you have to do is ask," he purrs at her, his head tilting slightly, a predatory stillness enveloping him.

Oh, they were in dangerous territory. Very dangerous territory. He shouldn't be saying such wicked things when they hadn't even begun to discuss her transition. The forced transition in which she had become a fae and yet, he never did have very good self control when he was around the blonde female. It's as if a bucket of lukewarm water is dumped over his head, cooling the fire beneath his skin, albeit very little. He needed to take a figurative step back but no matter how he tries, he can't help but bring himself closer to her. A battle he was rapidly losing. Still, he leans back, as if that little extra space between them would loosen the taut tension between them. Their topic returns to the mundane, about food and the city, opinions of others. It was good. Easy. It only furthered the cooling of his blood, though his interest is still entirely captivated by the woman across from him.

He's pleased as he gestures towards the food and Lani happily obliges, digging in with a vengeance, the food quickly dwindling on his plate. Another laugh falls from his lips, genuine and open as she teases him, "Tell that to the chefs back home, they would be in outrage if they heard you say such a thing. I would say even I'm offended by your words, did you know that I can cook? I rather enjoy cooking much to Ida's dismay," he throws the fact out at her, having never truly telling her things about him. A safety net he had created, to make sure she didn't get too close and... well, here they were, all these years later. "I am pleased to hear that," the curl of his lips watching her as she floats in the memories of his home. He glances down at the fork, reaching over to stab another piece of meat, "I told you I would share, not give you all of it," he quips, eyes flashing with amusement as his own fork descends and he takes another bite. How interesting it was, to share a meal with her. After all this time, this was more than he could have hoped for.

And just as he finally felt they were in safe territory again, the scarf comes up and his admittance was wary though simple. His own askance about the blasted black dress falling from his tongue before he could stop himself. Her response is quick, as if she were trying not to admit that she had kept everything he had given her. That dark smile tugs at his features again, elbows on the table as he leaned forward once more mentioning how very much he would like to see her in it again, his words all but a purr. He shouldn't have been surprised, her boldness tonight was endless as she challenges him again. The very table groaned at his weight, threatening to snap beneath him, his power leashing to himself as wanton desire floods through him. That midnight stare only darkens until his eyes almost look black with lust. "Do I truly need to give you a reason to wear it?" His words are almost guttural, animalistic, "How about we go back to your apartment, is that enough reason for you to wear it for me? Or would you prefer a more tactful approach? I'm happy to always wine and dine you, Lani even if you're the most delicious item on the menu," His words are quiet, meant only for her, a predatory gaze zoned in on entirely her being. He couldn't careless about the world around him, in this moment, it was just the two of them, the rest of the world lost to him as he reins in his desire. The table lets out another groan as he removes his weight, the god damn table was in his way. He wanted to grab the blasted wooden construction and destroy it, just so he could close the distance between them.

Yet, it was a barrier. A barrier that very well should stay in place. Her attention is drawn away from him and he wants to growl at her, to ensnare her gaze but that was... panic flooding her. He could see it, the way her limbs stiffen slightly. The moment is broken, all heat flooding for him as he slams that mask into place. Her fumbling fingers reach for her phone again and again as horrification passes through him. She was much more drunk than he had anticipated, he very well would have taken advantage of her if their night had progressed. Running a hand through his hair, he sucks in a breath through his nose. What was he thinking? Gathering himself, he can hear her murmuring to herself, debating on calling a cab. Snaking a hand into his jacket pocket, he pulls out his wallet, depositing cash and the tip on the table, sliding it under one of the water glasses before standing. Snagging the jacket from the back of the chair, he takes the two steps to stand next to Lani, offering an arm to her.

"Let's go, I'd rather walk you home than have you take a cab in your drunken stupor," he teases her before she hauls herself to her swaying feet. "Easy," he murmurs, slinging the jacket over Lani's shoulder before making their way to the gate to exit. Passing by the waiter, he pauses for the briefest of moments, "Thank you for the food, I left the money on the table," he tells the man before they continue out to the paved path. "I can't imagine you're back in the same apartment, where to now?" He asks, glancing down, noticing her constant swaying. He doesn't give himself a moment to think about it as his strong arm slips around her waist, pulling her more solidly against her, that scent wrapping around him. God, how he had missed it and with her turned fae, that very scent of her's only seemed that much stronger. Squashing those feelings down, so, so far down, he tugs her along into the street, "I just need an address, Lani," he murmurs.

Andras Steinhello darling