12-03-2011, 08:28 PM
Every action called for a reaction and every one she graced him with was more amusing than the last. He couldn't help but raise both brows high as she yelped and nearly landed in his lap when he had moved closer to her. This dance of the flesh, teasing and taunting, discovering once self in their own skin was a challenge he loved. Long ago he had grown confident in his abilities ahd now instead of squirming and stumbling along he marched to the beat of his own drum and in time had the ladies dancing as well. It was an art, a fine art and he loved every graceful stroke.
There was a hint of a smile once more when the fine lady suggested they seek out the ocean view. He smiled sweetly and bowed, "After you, my lovely morning glory..." he said. Accepting the new change in scenery and knowing that he could continue to play the poor girl like a fiddle til her strings were wound so tight she couldn't see straight or even take a step without tripping over her own paws, though he didn't think it would take much at all at this rate.
There was a hint of a smile once more when the fine lady suggested they seek out the ocean view. He smiled sweetly and bowed, "After you, my lovely morning glory..." he said. Accepting the new change in scenery and knowing that he could continue to play the poor girl like a fiddle til her strings were wound so tight she couldn't see straight or even take a step without tripping over her own paws, though he didn't think it would take much at all at this rate.