<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/38/cc/26/38cc2642f241a0a2b4ba35234c112f2c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Decius Meridius<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Aedile<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Senator Publius Fhloston’s domus<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Evening Attire<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Drusilla<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<hr/>Up close, she was even more of a vision than she had been at a distance. That quirking of the brow, that playful smirk tugging at the sides of her lips. Less a woman here to indulge in various fantasies, more a goddess gracing mere mortals with her presence. The smirk on his face evolved into a full smile as he chuckled softly, taking a few steps forward, coming closer, less than a handsbreadth away from her as he took a sip from his drink, tilting his head.<br/><br/>"I would forget them all," He said, his voice a soft, intimate growl as his hand came up, gently stroking her cheek, his fingers coming perilously close to those full lips of hers, but curling away just at the last moment to lightly caress her chin and tilting it upwards to face him a bit more fully," All of them, just to keep yours on my lips. Even my own, although I would wish to have you remind me of it at regular intervals," Bold, a bit too bold perhaps, but what was the point of the Bacchanalia if one couldn't test limits, especially one's own? The likelihood of her leaving his face with a bright red, fresh hand-print for his audacity was unknown. He didn't know her temperament, personality or style. He was a quick and avid learner, though.<br/><br/>The heavenly liquid had played it's part in his playful and bold actions, even though he was one to indulge in it enough to build up something of a tolerance. He might even come up with some sort of excuse about being drunk on her presence... no. He cringed inwardly at the thought. She wasn't a young sprite, for whom such honey-dipped words would be a novelty, a new experience which begged for more. A woman of refined and demanding tastes. She knew what she wanted. Whether or not he could deliver was the question.<br/><br/>The excitement of it hit him in a gentle rush, causing him to sigh and turn to face her fully, leaning lightly on the balcony that she was facing. Pale blue eyes studied her as Decius reached forward to tuck a stray strand of hair back behind her ear, taking the opportunity to gently caress her skin as he did so.