'That is probably for the best,<span style="font-style: italic">väike nõid</span>,' he said. 'My mind is certainly not for the faint of heart. And I can not guarantee that you will not enjoy what you might find there.'<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>'<span style="font-style: italic">Mitte midagi</span>?' he hummed as his fingers curled about the doona obscuring her lovely face from view. A small crease formed in his brow when he was met with resistance, and he ducked his head until their faces were level. The gutters of her eyes were crinkled with mirth, and her plumped cheeks raised over what he was sure to be a wicked grin, though it was hidden beyond the wall thick material. He pulled the blankets away the moment she let go, and she laughed impishly as she lunged at him.<br/><br/>This, Echo had not expected, and for a moment he froze as she reared up at him; as blood-deprived as he was, he was still significantly more able bodied than the average man, not to mention almost double Seria's size. Her featherweight did little to move him before his mild bout of shock eased, and he surrendered gladly to the light strain of her hands splayed over his shoulders. He tipped forwards into the pillows, his hips twisting as his legs pitched up onto the mattress, and he rolled smoothly onto his stomach until he was lain out-stretched beside her, she having wiggled out from beneath his imminent weight. He quirked an eyebrow queerily, propping himself up on his elbow, and he grinned devilishly down at her. '<span style="font-style: italic">On see kindlasti meeldiv üllatus</span>,' he purred, shifting his weight to angle himself over her. He reached for her hand, which he pressed tenderly to his lips, and as he pulled away his fingers began tracing lazy circles against the underside of her wrist. Her pulse thrummed beneath his touch, and something indistinguishable between a fierce thirst and carnal desire rocketed through his being like an electric shock. '<span style="font-style: italic">Sa oled väga kaunis, väike nõid</span>.'