[It's always difficult to control himself around someone so small, so feisty. Despite Lilia's size, there exists a fire in him that's playful and fleeting, like a firework on the open sea. How can Floyd not want to give chase? So while his hold is gentle, his gaze is hungry--quietly watching Lilia tilt his head and expose that pale expanse of skin along his neck.
Curious, Floyd lifts his free hand and smears paint along his cheek, trailing downward until he can press his thumb to the plush of Lilia's lip. Though his touch remains light, he tries to steal a peek at those pearly white fangs.]
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Curious, Floyd lifts his free hand and smears paint along his cheek, trailing downward until he can press his thumb to the plush of Lilia's lip. Though his touch remains light, he tries to steal a peek at those pearly white fangs.]
You any good with your tongue, Devilfishie?