<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gathering Room<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was confident... maybe a little arrogant, but it was mostly due to his upbringing, he was born in a good family and he was effective good at whatever he did... except maybe human interactions, where his bloated ego had been his undoing, he was well aware of this issue and have tried the hardest to make himself look more presentable. That Said this Lizzy seemed to like his attitude. "I'd like to maybe want to take part in that this time." He said, not one bit surprised by it as he said in a much lower, more breathy voice. Part of himself really did want him to simply tear her clothes down and screw her right there.. something he had never felt before.... maybe he was playing into her hand.<br/><br/>"Mhmmm, you really know how to lit up my fire..." He said to her, feeling himself getting aroused, it wasn't like anything he felt before, not when he was in front of people, but he didn't care, if they wanted to watch then let them, it wasn't anything he was ashamed of. He enjoyed that long kiss, the never ending one that left him breathless in the end. "I love that tongue of yours. And I will be sure to sample that fire in you when I have the chance. I sure it would happen." He said leaning closer to her as his hands went down between her legs to tease her.