Hearing her sweet words as they rang throughout his mind and down into his heart. His eyes were like little charcoals, burning with desire. Feeling the cool air on their bodies, his right arm would diagonally move up her back, his hand caressing her spine as he did so, and grasped her shoulder. Pulling her breasts and all of her entirety against himself, he would smile a bit. Despite his eyes burning as they did so with his desires, his expression was completely mellowed out. His chest beat like a drum, and a mix of sweat and water was dripping down his body and back into the water which he was treading through. As they met with the end of the pool, he would lean down and lay her on the edge, pressing her down on the cold stone slabs which surrounded the hot spring.<br/><br/>His arms would then move to prop himself above her, resting firmly on her shoulders as if pinning her down. The package was delivered in plain sight, resting right on top of her pelvis as he had changed his position. He wasn't putting it in though, and while it was an invitation, he didn't exactly want to do it in the hot spring. His face was probably beat red by now, as was probably hers. If the heat got to them, they could very well suffer from heat stroke, which would be rather unlucky since it would just mean temporary suffering for them.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"I won't let anyone get between us then,"</span></span>He'd say softly back to her, responding to her declaration with his digits rolling a bit on her shoulder a bit as if massaging them.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"So I guess that makes us both lucky today..."</span></span>He'd mutter this as he'd tilt his head to the side, staring down at her petite frame and soft curves. She looked so fragile, breakable and truth be told, he was tempted to break her. His violent thoughts were normal, they were always there. Thoughts of killing people, strangling them, torturing them. The imagination was a funny thing even though it did things to people's minds so very harshly.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #00FFBF">"Shall we move to the bed, or go hunting for your herbs?"</span></span>He'd ask with a pleasant voice, leaning down a bit; looking deeply into her eyes.