<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 then Plane<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>He smiled as he played with her, right now was about the time to get himself slapped across the face for most women, but Lizzy was different, already established that long ago. He almost completely ignored what was happening on the TV as he leaned close to her. "I intend to light it up... I intend to get burned... how I get burned though... that's the fun part."<br/><br/>Finally taking a glance at the TV he looked without much interest, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before even when he eventually stood up to get onto the plane, he didn't seem all that wowed, by what he was seeing, it was a luxury plane... that he had ridden on a few times... big deal. He tried not to let that show on his face though.<br/><br/>"You don't mind if I sit next to you do you?" He asked Lizzy as he already took the seat by her, looking into her eyes. "I wonder what's going to be like once we get there. I really hope it's worth my time." He then moved his hand to caress her chin softly. "With you, I'm sure it will be."