<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Martine kept throwing surprises at Abel, and he could barely dodge.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I don't know that we would make a lot of money, but perhaps a few laughs,"</span>he replied as she pulled him along. He couldn't help but grin, even if she was beating at his pride. She then pointed out some fire eaters,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF"> "Maybe I should try that myself. I seem to have some talent to burn the ground with my tongue, don't you think?"</span></span>she asked. Now it was his turn to use her words against her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"I don't know Martine--I've hardly been burned by that tongue, I doubt it would do much to the ground. You'll just have to keep practicing..."</span>he said as his face came down to hers, their noses nearly touching. She began to lean in and he acted as if he was to kiss her, then pulled away last minute, and instead waggled his brows boldly at her. She seemed shocked and he gave a laugh as she pouted, soothing it away with a real kiss.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Martine, I really do enjoy your company..." </span>he said at last.