<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>With eager interest Miles listened into her point by point list of things. He even gave her a little look from the corner of his eye so he could watch her hold up her fingers for dramatic effect. “Rich asshole? When have I ever been an asshole to you?” Man, she was abusive. Destroying his well intended trip, lying to him, half rejecting him and now calling him names! He teased of course, and laughed quietly. “Rich though... Yea I am that. But I'm totally not an asshole. I don't envy me either though, it's not really a great deal of fun. Then again I usually skip my board meetings... Like I said, don't I pay these people to handle these things?”<br/><br/>With another melon in hand, he contemplated that third one. It was a fair point; it wasn't like a situation where she got caught. He'd figure it out eventually and find her, busting out of places was... Well it was what he did. When they came for him though, they wouldn't give him the chance and he knew it. “Alright, I will try extra hard to not get caught. Just for you sweetheart.” He teased. It wasn't as if he was planning on it, and he didn't anticipate it anytime soon, but the reality was always there somewhere in the background. “You may be stuck looking at this mug for years to come!”<br/><br/>Four was perhaps the most amusing. “You're not a pain in the ass... Well I mean, you are, but... Anyway that's why I only sometimes consider it. You know, be normal for a bit. Try it out. Just doesn't seem like it'd be my pace. I don't even know what the hell I'd do with a kid let alone multiples. I hate the little bastards. Noisy, messy, smelly...” He trailed off, letting it stay at just that.<br/><br/>“A boat would be nice though. It'd have to be a big boat though, something that could handle the weather, and hold supplies so you could go on long voyages at a time without needing to stop. That's not a bad idea. Think your sister would want to go with you?”<br/><br/>“And I think,” He paused and finished off his melon bite, and smirked at her, “I think I'd much rather be your stallion. You could ride me anytime you wanted. I could take you places you've never been.” This metaphor was almost too perfect – and he was putting no effort into hiding his meaning, his eyes slithering over her more then suggestively.