
"This book as been with me a fair amount of time and my creations are known to take a more tangable form than song." She replied, fingers flipping tracing over the pages biefly. "I don't wear that toolbelt you've seen me with just for fashion's sake."
Oh yes, I am well aware how the correct partner can make one feel rejuvinated, in one form or another." Smirking slightly at Nathan's play of wording. Raking a free hand thorugh her hair; she stretched, hands moving to the small of her back to give light pressure on the muscles there before giving a quick tilt of her head to crack her neck as well.
"That's the intention. Just something a little extra to keep the spectators interested aside from seeing who looses their sense....or lunch, first. And making a game of it could prove to be further entertainment." Once again picking up the large ale mug; she held it braced between her hands in almost a childish manner versus grabbing the handle. She regarded his not so subtle hinting with a soft curve of her lips. "For one, I'd like to think that if it ever occurred, the offer would be hard pressed to ignore, regardless of sobriety levels," She paused to take a long pull from the mug. "But that's just my own over inflated self esteem talking, presently I am very content with the current state of my love life, and more so with my partner's nightly performance, as we seem to be labeling it." Her tone taking on a slightly lower, more sultry note that had been absent before.
Holding his gaze without the slightest hint of discomfort in response, she set the mug with only a third of the ale left back onto the table; fingers still curled around it. "You emulate as best you can, I suppose." Almost as quickly as it arrived, the lower tone was gone and replaced once more with her normal one used in more wider range of conversations.
Chuckling again, Cliodhna shook her head, reaching up only to tuck an unruly lock of hair back into place before continuing. "But the effort to be ever respectful is noted and appreciated." Letting Nathan break eye contact, she once more returned her own gaze to the papers on the table. Pencil sashaying across the paper as the sketch became slowly more detailed with her movements.
Oh yes, I am well aware how the correct partner can make one feel rejuvinated, in one form or another." Smirking slightly at Nathan's play of wording. Raking a free hand thorugh her hair; she stretched, hands moving to the small of her back to give light pressure on the muscles there before giving a quick tilt of her head to crack her neck as well.
"That's the intention. Just something a little extra to keep the spectators interested aside from seeing who looses their sense....or lunch, first. And making a game of it could prove to be further entertainment." Once again picking up the large ale mug; she held it braced between her hands in almost a childish manner versus grabbing the handle. She regarded his not so subtle hinting with a soft curve of her lips. "For one, I'd like to think that if it ever occurred, the offer would be hard pressed to ignore, regardless of sobriety levels," She paused to take a long pull from the mug. "But that's just my own over inflated self esteem talking, presently I am very content with the current state of my love life, and more so with my partner's nightly performance, as we seem to be labeling it." Her tone taking on a slightly lower, more sultry note that had been absent before.
Holding his gaze without the slightest hint of discomfort in response, she set the mug with only a third of the ale left back onto the table; fingers still curled around it. "You emulate as best you can, I suppose." Almost as quickly as it arrived, the lower tone was gone and replaced once more with her normal one used in more wider range of conversations.
Chuckling again, Cliodhna shook her head, reaching up only to tuck an unruly lock of hair back into place before continuing. "But the effort to be ever respectful is noted and appreciated." Letting Nathan break eye contact, she once more returned her own gaze to the papers on the table. Pencil sashaying across the paper as the sketch became slowly more detailed with her movements.
too sexy to keep unhidden 
