“<b><span style="color: Gray">That’s the stuff! Son, you took another step on the proverbial stepping-stones to greatness!</span></b>” his mentor praised the student.<br/><br/>Amos positively beamed at the prospect of success. In his world, it was a wonder that wizards could weave their witchery without spontaneously setting themselves on fire, and every time he found but a hint suggesting he could join this caste of the arcane, his heart soared and his mind went rampart with delusions of grandeur.<br/><br/>There was a spot of red in his cheeks. He couldn’t help it.<br/><br/>Osbourne cooed under his breath as she placed a charitable peck on his peak – the owlish smile was broad as he commented in a charmed voice:<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: Gray">Well, it’s a –thrill- to see another so intrigued by the arcane. I barely know where to put myself!</span></b>” the owl boasted, not really mimicking the statement of uncertainty. Risa instinctively knew that if he was in his proper human form, the mageling definitely would carry that very distinct, teasing smile.<br/><br/>Amos heart skipped a beat when our blood elven maiden touched on the subject of his repayment – his glance wavered to either side, trying in vain to find something to concentrate on, but his helpless curiosity forced him back onto her face.<br/><br/>Amos heart skipped a beat and almost stopped beating at all when Risa dropped the bomb: To her, it might have been a somewhat innocent little peck on a cute boys’ lips, but to Amos, it exceeded far what he had expected – and more importantly hoped for.<br/>Immediate comparisons to other half-arsed kisses sprung up in his mind, and none could do this one any justice: Maybe it was her looks, maybe it was a skill she had, but that little peck ignited a firestorm of warmth in his entire body. By the Spire, it was too soft to not be criminal.<br/><br/>And there was that pesky, hormonal lust.<br/><br/>Two hands flew to his lap and pressed downwards as her kiss had ramifications down in his groin. Beady eyes communicated something bordering dumbfounded bliss on the young man’s face.<br/>All his brave attempts to quell a bubbling desire made it hard for him to concentrate on whatever they said.<br/><br/>Osbourne couldn’t help but chuckle mockingly at the poor tykes’ flustered face.<br/><br/>“<b><span style="color: Gray">Oh yes! Our boy has in him the potential to grow into something potent. It’s just a matter of giving him some more experience in magic.. weeeell, and life in its colourful facets as well, if you know what I’m hinting at.</span></b>”<br/><br/>A burning blush made Amos shrink on his spot – how he just hated Nobles’ constant reminders. But no matter how he turned it, tried to deny it, his heart raged at the kind words and the small physical gesture she made.<br/><br/>A part of him reminded to enjoy it, boner or not: and in a moments abandon, he straightens his back, produces a surprisingly charming smile and nodded sideways, his voice still stammering:<br/><br/>“<span style="color: RoyalBlue">W-well, o-one d-does pick up a thing or two over t-time, I reckon..</span>”<br/><br/>After a moments afterthought, he added:<br/><br/><span style="color: RoyalBlue">“…though I s-sort of think t-that it’ll be a bit more entertaining playing w-with f-fire, I don’t know.</span>”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>