She was pretty good, for a novice, but he did not bother to constrain himself to any other further thoughts on the matter between them. He was busy feeling the tug of her fingers through his soft silvery snow white hair.<br/><br/>She was so warm, especially her lips. "Mm," he smiled, opening his eyes feeling her arms wrapped around his neck. He was a little upset she stopped, bought he enjoyed the look on her face, deep and red, but his mind was already perusing the idea of different things. "Am I taking this to fast for you or are you just shocked at your own ability?"<br/><br/>His hands were gentle but squeezed her lightly in reminder of their presence as she touched the rim of his shirt. Her fingers already there, warm to his warming skin.<br/><br/>Armas hadn't seen their next part coming and suddenly those slender warm hands were pushing him away. He felt like she had just ditched him on the middle of a frozen lake. " Why?" He asked, his eyes serious as he motioned to tug her back to him.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to lose his opportunity, he'd pitied and allowed her to cry and push him away again and again until now. He wanted a reason, a good one. Honestly, he was getting tired of the gamesand thought about just talking her and forcing her to conform to his will. "I've given you so much time, I can only wait so long. I'm getting impatient, girl," he growled.