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The black and white secui sat in the corner of their little gathering, remaining silent but watchful over them. He spoke sparingly, partaking in his fair share of the alcohol that was passed around eagerly. Their sons had left the scene a while ago, the two boys eager to get away from the group of adults who wouldn't play with them. They might have been able to convince Bran or Niernan to come and play, but Bran seemed glued to the bottle and Niernan was more than happy to allow Saul and Ezra to assert some authority over their respective child. The flash of Lilin's eyes, always watched by Saul's own greens, was another reason it was a bonus for Temeraire to be tucked in bed- he couldn't look away from them even when he knew she'd seen him looking, so his sons want for attention would have been sidelined for the night. It wouldn't have been fair on either of them. His tongue still felt like it had hair on it- he ducked down to wipe his tongue on the relatively clean material of his shorts, missing Lilin's uncomfortable and tense expression. He straightened in time for her satisfied smirk however, a soft frown sent her way as if to ask her what she was smug about.
It would have to wait however, the smirk was gone as soon as the neck of the bottle pointed towards her. He snorted, a brief blow of his air through his nostrils as she thought about her option. He was certain she would have chosen Truth- she certainly wasn't one to make a fool out of herself in a sober situation. The alcohol must have loosened her inhibitions however and before he could process it, 'Dare' had slipped from her lips. His own mouth dropped open for a moment, green eyes fixed on hers. He could make her do almost anything, and he thought she would probably do what he asked of her. He snapped his mouth closed, leaning forward almost seductively and resting his elbows on his thighs, chin in his hands. What on earth was he going to dare her to do? He could make her come and sit on his lap, but that was a bit of a lame dare.
"I dare you to dance." He stated simply, a wicked grin spreading over his lips. Bran seemed to pick up on the guitar, a sultry tune thrummed from the strings. He turned back to Lilin, green eyes filled with challenge, his smile teasing. Would she fall for the bait and dance for him? He hoped so.
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