<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3719744#msg3719744">Quote from: Dark Clown on 04-10-2010, 02:34:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The dark jester chuckles at her breathy reply.  He moves with her, uncertain just which one of them leads the dance, but not caring entirely, either.  He begins to lose himself to the dance, and to the gentle, soft weight of the woman in his arms.  <br/><br/>"Tis true, the night is young...why begin with such bold words?" he asked, only to lift the porcelain mask, just enough for his lips to be seen.  He presses them to her neck, kissing her but briefly, before pulling it back down and resuming their waltz.<br/><br/>"So do tell me...if you are the trick, will you also be the treat?  I do have something of a sweet tooth."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>His gentle press of lips, lasted only long enough to stir her pulse into a cadence at odds with the dance. Surely he hadn't noticed her misstep, the firming of her grip against his shoulder as his bold lead circled her around the floor.<br/><br/>The flush burst against her breast and flooded up her neck before she could calm herself. Perhaps he would think it nothing more than the pace of the dance. This grim jester was a brash one to be sure. Her eyes danced merrily behind the gilt mask, belying her discomfiture. "Treat indeed. How do you know if I am even sweet?"