<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>The Blue Iguana</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Du’an</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">~ &gt;</span><br/><br/>Edgar’s eyes flicked to follow the motion of the man’s cigarette; placing it aside in such a fashion made him hope, and he couldn’t help but let such hope reach his eyes.  He was growing more excited by the moment, and he almost desperately wanted the man between his legs.  The question did make him pout just slightly, but the expression was brief; no, he wasn’t worried, for a number of reasons.<br/><br/>The hand to his false chest was distraction enough, anyway.  He gave a teasing, wry smile as he allowed himself to be pinned, the sensation of the column against his back causing his adrenaline to spike.  He was beginning to feel the man was dangerous, though his drunken state made him falsely determine it was just his imagination.  He wanted to bring the danger out of him, taunt him until the man’s rough side peeked through.<br/><br/>“Aye,” he spoke quietly, one of his hands moving up to lightly touch at the one over his chest while the other clutched at the wood behind him.  His fingers moved delicately again the man’s, teasing him in this way.  “A bit of an accident…”  His hand hooked lightly around the man’s wrist, attempting to guide him upward, toward his throat.  Surely, such an action would provoke the beast within him, no?<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">&lt; ~</span>                             </div>