Laura
Lily's tongues tip pressing against against his rough thumb surprised Arty. And raising an eyebrow, he smiled, letting go of his charming grin. She seemed really comfortable with him, appreciating that, he didn't want to do anything that might put that feeling at risk. After all, Lily was still worthy of respect and value. 

"You're a beautiful *Puppy*, a very good girl." 

Cooing again, those beautiful emeralds never wandered anywhere else but to her body. And features. No one else in Artorias field of vision remotely existed. Not once did they even waver when someone else happened to walk by, his gaze fixated on Lily and Lily alone. Being able to tell she was nervous, he didn't want to push this too far. Slowly pulling his hand away, he chuckled, pressing his thumb to his lips. Kissing the spot her tongue touched. All the while keeping a passionate and fiery look trained on her. 

"Finish up eating Princess, they're pretty good cookies. Wouldn't want them to go to waste."

He said, his voice back to that normal confident tone. Grabbing one for himself, there were only two left. Raising it to his lips, he parted his teeth. Mouth dripping with saliva, it looked more like a beasts gaping maw with how long his tongue was. And terrifyingly sharp Arty's teeth were, yet biting into the cookie. It crumbled, and broke apart with ease. Chewing, he flashed her another so sweet and charming smile. Wanting her, this pretty elf, *His Puppy* To enjoy her time here. There really was a lot to do and see, and people to spend time with. 

Then it dawned on him, he gasped, and immediately almost started choking after. Eyes widening, he opened his mouth and a plume of smoke bellowed from the depths of his throat. Whatever was stuck, got scorched with flame.

"Holy shit, I'm so fuckin' rude, oh god.. That's embarrassing.."

Putting a hand to the side of his head, Arty laughed nervously, feeling so silly for forgetting to introduce himself. That was genuinely a first, being so intrigue

D by Lily. He forgot about himself for once. 

"I'm Artorias, Puppy, what's your name?"
Patricia
Nodding in agreement, Lily picked up her cookie and took a hesitant bite. The sweetness danced on her tongue, momentarily distracting her from the electrifying connection between them. The sound of Arty biting into his own cookie caught her attention, and she couldn't help but watch with fascination as his sharp teeth made quick work of it. A mixture of awe and desire swirled within her, adding to her growing intrigue. Returning his charming smile, Lily took another bite of her cookie, savoring the taste as she continued to steal glances in Arty's direction. His presence made everything feel more vibrant and exhilarating, and she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him.

Just as she was lost in her own thoughts, taken by the moment, Arty's gasp and subsequent choking jolted her back to reality. Her eyes widened with concern as she watched the unexpected plume of smoke escape his mouth.

"A-aah?! S-sir are you alright?! Gah of course he's not you dummy! Uhmm uhmm...!!" She instinctively reached out, ready to offer help, but he managed to clear whatever had obstructed his throat. Yet the concern never left her face and eyes. Hearing his name, her face lightened up and her sweet smile spread across her face.

"My name is Lillian! But people call me Lily or Poppy!"
Laura
Coughing up black burned bits of what used to be a chocolate chip cookie. He drummed on his chest with a light beat, pounding against the upper part of his sternum to dislodge ant pieces of char. And feeling it coming up, he covered his mouth to cough this chunk up. Glancing at her with one eye, Arty laughed shakily. 

"Eughhh.. So sorry, I ate a little too fast, and had *That* Realization." 

The man said with a much softer laugh, wiping his hand on a fresh napkin. Cleaning the soot from his palm. It was gross swallowing something like that, though, he wanted to try and eat again. This time, without a near death experience from a chocolate cookie. And grabbing it again, he listened very intensively to her. 

*'Lillian, and Poppy? Such pretty names.*'

"Poppy huh? Guess it was destined for you to be my puppy, eh?" 

The man teased again chuckling light heartedly, taking a smaller bite of his cookie. That same intense stare fixing itself on Lily once more, this time, far more passionate. Arty's green eyes sparkling with something quite magical, unlike himself. Her concern for him was very sweet, and appreciated though. Being quite fine for now, who knows when another near death experience might wanna take a crack at taking him out for his.

Wanting to comfort her, he placed his free hand in Lily's. Very lightly intertwining their fingers, holding her hand tight. He overlapped her thumb with his, rubbing the back of her knuckle sweetly. Staring at the stark contrast in their hands textures. She really was a complete opposite of him, where her skin was supple and smooth. Flawless. His was dried out, rugged, and rough. Workers skin, thick, and impenetrable. 

"Well, Arty, for short. Fine if I stick with Puppy? Sure you don't have a collar but.."

He said very boldly. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, wanting to gauge Lily's reaction to his words. Wondering if she'd be flustered, or embarrassed. Was she even into something like that? She seemed like the type~..
Patricia
Lily watched with a mix of concern and amusement as Arty coughed up bits of the burned cookie, his laughter shaking with a hint of embarrassment. Wait burnt cookie? Is his mouth that hot?She couldn't help but giggle along, finding his reaction endearing.

"Oh, Artorias, you really did have quite the realization there," She replied, her laughter blending with his. "I'm just glad you're alright."

As he wiped his hand clean on a napkin, Lily admired his ability to laugh off what could have been a potentially dangerous situation. It showed his resilience and lighthearted nature, traits she found herself drawn to.

Lily's heart skipped a beat as Arty called her "Poppy," Teasingly intertwining their nicknames. Her face turning a bright pink. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, his green eyes sparkling with an undeniable magnetic energy. It made her cheeks flush, a mixture of excitement and shyness flooding her veins.

She welcomed the comfort of his hand in hers, feeling her fingers gently intertwine with his. As his thumb rubbed against the back of her knuckle, her heart fluttered in response. The contrast between their hands intrigued her—her skin delicate and flawless, his rough and weathered. It was a reminder of their differences, yet their connection seemed to bridge that gap effortlessly.

The mention of a collar caught her off guard, and she couldn't help but blush at the boldness of his words. There was a part of her that found the idea enticing, a symbol of trust and surrender. But it also brought a wave of uncertainty. Was she ready to explore that side of herself? What would it mean for their budding connection?Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Lily's gaze met Arty's with a playful glimmer. She decided to match his boldness with her own spark of confidence.

"Well, *Arty*, I don't mind at all bur if you you're worring about a collar, your hand can be a temporary collar," She replied softly, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
Laura
Nay, Artorias entire *Body* Under his control burned hundreds of degrees hotter. Giggling with her happily, her laughter was as contagious if not more than his. Listening to it made his heart elated, and smile grow hundreds of times larger. If he wasn't careful, Arty's entire face might be completely encompassed by his smile. 

"Hey! Listen, sometimes I y'know, forget things, it so happened to be my.. Name." 

He blurted out with a very sheepish laugh, Arty was really appreciative of her support. And tender worry. She seemed to care a lot about him already, and he her too. It was so odd how close they were becoming in such a short time, with that hand in hers ever still too. He turned it over so she was ontop, his hand beneath. And he dragged his thumb now across the backs of all her knuckles very gently. Scared to even do much as scratch her, like she was a beautiful flawless gemstone. 

"You okay?"

Playfully laughing, her face flushed with vibrant pinks and red. Poor girl, if he didn't stop she might pass out from all the flusteredness. Feeling her heart race through her palm, it made his heart even warmer knowing she enjoyed her presence this much. 

"Temporary..?"

Artorias chirped playfully insulted, a flash of deviousness filled his eyes. An evil grin once replacing his sweet smile. As if her saying temporary was wrong- 

"Nay, I think my hands would look good as a bra and panties. Maybe more.."

Winking at her flirtatiously, his mind wandered as it does sometimes. He'd stared at her body enough to imagine what it looked like stripped, *In bed*, with him. And Arty had to say, she had him eager wanting her all to himself. There was a lot he wanted to do to her, but that could wait.. Especially because he didn't know if she wanted him like that in anyway. Nor would Artorias, being the good natured man he was- force himself upon her without her wanting. She was a beautiful person.
Patricia
His playful comment about his hands being a temporary solution brought an intrigued smile to her lips. Her mind thinking of his hands between her.. Her thighs clenched together at her dirty thoughts. She gazed into his eyes, mesmerized by the transformation from sweet to devious in an instant. The flicker of flirtation in his gaze stirred something within her, a curiosity about what could lie ahead.

"Nay, Arty," She replied with a teasing grin, matching his playfulness. "Hands may be a temporary solution, but they hold a world of possibilities."

Lily's words carried a hint of her own deviousness, her mind wandering to the intimate moments they could share. But she also respected the importance of consent and wanted to ensure that their desires were aligned. To her, Arty was more than just someone to lust after; he was a beautiful soul she wanted to connect with on a deeper level.

Leaning in slightly, her voice turned soft and intimate as she spoke.

"I want to get to know you, Arty. Not just the physical side, but the depths of your heart and soul. If we explore those together, who knows where it may lead us."