[At this, Walter cannot help but conjure in his mind the image of their time on the rooftop during the winter masquerade, lips parted, tongues eagerly exploring, tasting each other in the cold night air.
Warmth spreads in his veins at the memory.]
Hmmm? [A question. A hum. Almost musical in nature.] Are you asking for kisses?
[Persistent in his attentions, Walter proceeds with deliberate slowness even as he continues eating.]
no subject
Warmth spreads in his veins at the memory.]
Hmmm? [A question. A hum. Almost musical in nature.] Are you asking for kisses?
[Persistent in his attentions, Walter proceeds with deliberate slowness even as he continues eating.]