((Short, but I've been having problems with writing again. Bawr.))<br/><br/>Whether or not he was being watched, Etheda couldn't have given less a damn about it. This was a moment when nothing but the two of them mattered; even if it was just the both of them working their seductive auras on one another, it was something he was drinking in like a sweet nectar.<br/><br/>Perhaps, now that he thought about it, it actually was funny that they were being watched, since the sort of passion they had was most likely disconcerting to see in the middle of the street. It felt very satisfying that he'd basically screeched at them, in a metaphorical sense, that they could look, but not touch. He took his hand from the back of the loveable rogue's head and took off his hat, it having gotten in the way of a few things as he answered her teasing with, "<span style="color: Plum">Perhaps something like this-</span>" he kissed her on the lips- "<span style="color: Plum">this-</span>" he nibbled lightly at her earlobe- "<span style="color: Plum">and this,</span>" and he dragged his moist tongue up her cheek, stopping with the tip barely gracing her temple. "<span style="color: Plum">How does that sound?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>