<em>I could not very well do earrings, and you have such lovely ears, I would have to tear myself in two, and I think that would hurt now.</em><br/><br/>The rose on the necklace seemed to catch the light as his voice carried to her ears. He purred as he spoke about her ears the necklace seemed to grow a little warmer to her touch before returned to normal.<br/><br/><em>And how else was I supposed to stay beside, on, you all day. I could have been a shirt, but... well that could end up badly and I would have had to reform and wherever we were... I am getting distracted again. So ... where to first?</em><br/><br/>He seemed rather proud of himself, content that he would not be a pain or bore and that he would go with her. He waited, as a necklace he had a little more resolve, but he kept finding himself wanting to lick the throat above him.