<span style="color: #a64dff">“Fine, fine, grouchy old man.” </span>She stuck her tongue out at him and folded her arms.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Damn right you would, my strong hands grabbing what’s mine would really brighten your day. Expressing my desire to court you seems perfectly reasonable, making a big public show of it is where I get less interested. I’m a simple person, I’d be happy just seeing you after work and holding your hand or giving you a hug every now and then. Everything else that I, uh, expressed was going incredibly fast even by my standards.”</span>She frowned and sighed.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “I am not ready for this world, truly. I never figured having- well prostitution but I’m guessing that’s very different from what you’re describing.” </span>Rayne nodded and stared at Isabell.<span style="color: #a64dff">“I think I understand now. Your intent may not have been to watch me the first time but even over the water I could hear you outside my door.” </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">“If you acknowledge her she’ll keep going to test her limits. And I think it’s fine if she touches it, why do you disagree?” </span>She nodded and watched as the Blue turned the three Whites on each other and made her way over to the couch for Vyre to scoop her up.<span style="color: #8000ff">“I like this one. She’s so small and precious.”</span>The hatchling had a glimmer of mischief in her large eyes as she looked up at Ashia before she crawled against Vyre and snuggled up against her, safe from Ashia’s gaze.<span style="color: #8000ff"> “I hope so. I don’t feel like a proper mate to you and Ana because I can’t smile like you can, I don’t have the same lightness in my life. I feel like I drag you two down most of the time.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>