Isolde's face softened. She had thought that Malachai had been repulsed by her and she didn't know exactly why. To hear him remark about a second date made her use all the will power she possessed to not careen into his arms with joy.<br/><br/>"I have a friend who owns a small sailing vessel. He hosts initmate parties of three couples and goes along the coast at night. He tells me all the time to grab a date and come along. Let me know if that is something you would enjoy. Goodnight. Thank you for the wonderful evening." Isolde said, granting him one of her beaming smiles.<br/><br/>Malachai walked to the door and waited until she had the door unlocked and open. He pressed her to the door jam.<br/>"What are you?" his voice was a husky rasp.<br/><br/>"A  mystery." she whispered, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue.<br/><br/>"Is that a challenge?" he asked, bending closer, his eyes devouring her lips.<br/><br/>Isolde pouted and cocked her head as if considering.<br/><br/>"Do you like a challenge?" she countered, tilting her head toward him.