death incarnate & night triumphant
Eve was always a game. A rather enjoyable game. She kept him on his toes and he liked to think he did the same for her. Their history made their meetings enjoyable, their sharp tongues made their close encounters pleasurable. Indeed, the woman was a queen in herself and used to getting what she wanted, but so was Andras. He had contemplated offering her the title as his lady, but the woman was wicked and devious; he wasn't certain he could trust her a hundred percent. He wanted her apart of his court of course, but he was sure, if given the chance, she would usurp his control on his court and take the title as their leader.
Of course, he didn't consider Eve his enemy, not by a long shot; but the woman had connections and power something that could be used against him if given the chance.
Andras's grin only widens when she so easily dismisses his claims. Ah, perhaps she wanted to play. As their word play continues to war between each other, he continues closing that gap between them. The lord knew exactly what he was doing, not only was his mind a weapon, he knew very well his body could be used as such as well.
Smiling lazy at her, he enjoys the blunt words that roll so seductively off Eve's tongue. How he would enjoy subduing her later. "Whatever you desire and if it is at my disposal you can have, darling," he murmurs quietly. His eyes flash with delight as his rough thumb caresses her lower lip and her mouth opens for him. How inviting she was right now. He truly had no qualms taking her on the table behind them, but perhaps he should make a better impression considering he was fairly new to town and he needed to keep his presence a secret.
He lets his hands linger on her face for a moment before deftly dropping them to the railing behind her, trapping her body between his and the rail. "I think," he pauses as if in deep contemplation, "that Caera needs to have more daring clientel, wouldn't you agree, Eve darling?" he says wickedly but finally moves away from her to give her room to breathe. Again, pleasure dances in his eyes as the faerie announces she could reschedule her evening plans.
"Ah, how that delights me," he says wickedly. "Would you like to turn in for the evening or shall I show you the city?" he offers her, though he's certain by the end of the night he would have her in his bed. Fishing into his pocket, he throws cash onto the table before closing the distance again.
Offering an elbow for her to take it, that lazy smile tugs at the corner of his lips, "What do you say Eve?" her name rolls off his tongue in a purr.
Andras Steinhello darling