He could tell by the way she watched him, so sweetly with tilted head and charming smile, that she saw the falseness in him as much as he did in her. They were equal, then - Neither deceived for a moment by the other. A ripple of excitement shivered through his lean muscles; was she a competitor? A challenger? It had been so long since he had been challenged at this game. Sirius was well used to the whiles and trickery of women; He had been well-learned to such things in London, as a younger man. The whores there had been willing to spread their legs for liquor or food, and they had been generous in teaching what they knew. The Revlis man considered himself an excellent lover because of this - But since becoming King, he had been rigid in the control of his own hungers and desires. It had been a form of self-mastery, taunting himself with beautiful women but denying himself the succulent taste of their fruit. It was a sick delight that he had become well accustomed to.
He saw her eyes slide to the bottle in his palm, before lifting quickly back up to his portrait. Black lips twitched mirthfully at the corners. Sirius held his liquor rather well - He had developed a matured taste for red wine, in particular. But that was not to say that the drink wouldn't effect him, for as with any mind, the alcohol would provide a pleasant buzz. He wondered if she knew much of the drink, or of the ways men could become sinners because of it.
Her next words answered such a thing for him. Hungry gaze watched the gentle sweep of her fingers, following obediently to the supple curve of her breast. A whore. He had lain with enough to know the games of one now. Prostitution, the oldest and noblest of jobs... Now his gaze roved ravenously, freely, and saw the details that it had not seen before - The silken clothing, the soft and healthy shine to her fur. It seemed that whatever the lady had been doing before she came to this place, she had been doing it well enough.
As she spoke further, he moved from the boulder, sliding down the rock to stand a short distance from the woman's palomino. Large coyote ears listened intently to the seductive coo of her voice, whilst calculative mind worked hard to keep his reptilian blood cool. Her sensuality sought to heat it, and he felt tendrils of desire already. Hiding such a thing with ease, the man moved with the fluid grace of a panther, his steps slowed so that they would cause the mounted woman no alarm. One hand reached out to pat the silver withers of his own mare, and the bottle was brought to his dark lips for another tug before he spoke. "The nearest town to here is a dead one. It is known as Halifax, and to reach it, you would have to travel south," His gaze lingered on her, fingers reaching up to stroke pensively at the dark tuft of hair on his chin. "That is quite a far way from this place. You must have traveled a long distance already. Are you thirsty?" With black lips quirked up in a grin, he held the wine bottle out to her - If she wished to take it, she would also have to dismount.
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