<strong>Curious Eyes: Not expecting one<br/>Tagged:</strong>Howl<br/><hr/><br/>Curious of course could do naught but keep his eyes locked upon her swaying hips. As uncomfortable as he was the view was something one could not help but admire. It made him guilty in a way to desire her especially because of the natural bond making it feel like there was no choice on any matter. That this would be a constant situation for him and it was only making him more awkward. He kept his hand over his mouth when he saw her bend over to pick up the wine tray which obviously had the implications of showing a lot more of herself to him. He knew what she was doing, trying to see just how much she could get away before he started protesting further. Part of him didn't want to and the other half wanted to berate him for it. Still she came back still smiling with possibly a hint of satisfaction? He couldn't tell from the steam from this distance and she then proposed a toast<strong>"Y-Yeah. To us then and our endeavors."</strong>He paused after sipping the drink a bit, still feeling that awkward tension. It soon give way a bit towards what she said.<strong>"What did you mean by "don't take kindly to being forced to do something?... I don't quite understand? Is that a way to tell me you'll shank me if I soil you out of sheer anxiety?"</strong>His tone was one of curiousity and not an ounce of offense in his voice.