“Vanora,” he tested the name on his tongue, letting the syllables roll off it in a rumbling purr. At the same time his eyes sparked with mischief. That was going to be what he called her from now on, whether she approved or not. There was something about being cooped up, bound to the leylines, that had put a humorous streak into Pace. “I like the name Vanora Vale,” he chuckled under his breath. “Something about the alliteration that rolls off the tongue.”<br/><br/>Though there were plenty of other things that he could think about that involved tongue rolling. The subtle shift in his chair spoke volumes as he struggled to tone down the more primal thoughts centered around his wandering mind, but the brief memory he had of her hand down his pants made his cock twitch again, especially now that the woman was back in close proximity to him again. Vaguely, Pace put a reminder for himself in the back of his mind to expand his office next time he decided to.. Redecorate.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes with her next words, the smile still in play once he set his ice cream down. He chose his next words carefully, placing his feelers out to sense what she really felt. Here, inside his own place of power, there was a clairvoyance of emotion that bounced off a being’s psyche that he could reach out and touch. For Vanora Vale, he could sense the deep ache of emotions that she still felt for her lost mate, placing up a defensive barrier. But he also sensed the heat radiating off her that raised his own baser needs, reminding him of just how long it had been since he had succumbed. Clearing his throat, he opened his eyes again and looked at her, choosing his next words carefully.<br/><br/>“There is no<i> Mrs. Goddess,</i>” he confirmed, lips twitching and brows raising. “And I like to think that troublesome humans such as yourself try and take advantage of<i> me</i>. You came back, so that must mean you like the sound of being my personal errand girl. Or you just came back because you find me irresistible,” he teased, leaning forward to look her in the eye. Once again, the smile on his face seemed too wide, the portrait of his face long like the beast he was called for. “Oh<i>god</i>,” he murmured, but the sound was more like a rumble.<br/><br/>“I still have some ice cream left and it is my favorite. We could see if I can use it on you to see if we really can get you to say --<i>oh god, oh god</i>--” Yes, Pace thought that it might be time again to divulge himself in more primal callings. His imagination was toying with him enough with this woman that he had hardened fully again inside his jeans, his erection pulsing against the denim.<br/><br/>“Open your mouth,” he encouraged softly. He picked up his container of strawberry ice cream agan and scooped up a spoonful of the creamy delicacy. “Close your eyes,” he instructed, his voice dipping even lower. Whether she followed his instruction or not, Pace lifted the spoonful of ice cream and nudged the chilled confection against her mouth for her to take a bite.<br/><br/>“Plus, there never could be a Mrs. Goddess,” he confessed, adding that cherry on top of everything. “I am bound by a contract that has nothing to do with lawyers and business agreements to my happy little waystation.”