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Blushing, she giggled and held on to him, returning more of the kissing. "Very well .. let us appease our other hungers." she said sweetly, pulling him back in to bed.

The infinite white space started to shift once again reshaping this time not to her home but his. A much darker more gothic architecture, fit for his self proclaimed title, the dark titan. Behind him a seat...a throne rather, styled in black steel. He smirked and sat down crossing one leg over the other looking up to her now. "Done." he replied in a curious tone waiting to see what she'd demand next.

He tilted his head to the side when she spoke resting his cheek against his palm as it leaned on the arms of the black throne he'd created. He nodded a little as she twirled around and waited. "Hmmm. It's lovely. Yes. Tasteful. Perhaps too much so. But then we again, we can't help but enjoy things that are more...revealing. Hence why we usually just forget the presence of shirts eighty percent of the time. But well, that doesn't work too well for women most of the time huh?" he said giving a slight laugh sitting up straight. "We do like it though, don't get us wrong." he answered flatly smiling to her instead of beating around the bush with what was 'wrong' with it in his eyes. Though it was really nothing more than him being a pig like usual. "Though dress does bring up a question my dear." he said starting to stand up but decided nah, he'd let her stay in charge a little bit longer and sat back down. "You have never expressed explicitly rather, what you'd like to see us wear. Give suggestions, tell us, we just might do it for you." he offered resting his hands on the arms of the throne.

Yawgmoth looked down and then back up with a half frown. "This is where we disagree. We don't see a point in a shirt at all if not for the sleeves. We would much rather be without shirt completely than wear a vest like shirt." he replied with a sort of shrug as he took her hand. "We're not sure what your taste in it is but if it makes you turn pink and red we'll wear it." he said in a kinder tone, instead of standing up though once he had hold of her hand he snatched her down and into his lap on the steel black throne. "And if we're being honest. The gems on males are a b***h much we think....makes us look too girly. We certainly hope that's not your intention. A cruel joke if it is my dear, a cruel joke indeed." he said softly chuckling a little.

Arching his eyebrow he coughed for a moment and looked down and then at her with a confused look. "The way you just said we could take our shirt off...and then you go and change our pants. Throws very very big hints our way woman. We don't think you realize this, or maybe you do and you're much more devious than we give you credit for." he insinuated smirking slightly in her direction. "The pants were fine though, but thanks anyhow we suppose."

Once she finished talking his jaw hung open, so much so it unhinged like he often did when he was gorging himself on piles of food to big for his mouth to handle normally. He actually had to reach down with his left hand and snap it back into place with a wide eye'd blink. "You just said that right? We're not dreaming are we? That's a cruel ******** up thing if we're dreaming right now, but we don't think we are." he said stunned. Standing up as she pulled him he shook his head back and forth and once his brain realized he wasn't dreaming, he wasn't just hearing things it snapped back and his look went from stunned to smooth just like that. Leaning forward he kissed her cheek and whispered softly. "That sounds lovely, but we warn you Ziven." he began. "We might like it too much and you might not be able to walk straight tomorrow if that's the case. If this doesn't bother you then it damn sure doesn't bother us, and we'd love to have this dance." he answered standing up to full height looking down on her form with that familiar devilish gleam in his crimson eyes.

Laughing at her widened eyes and words he shook his head back and forth giving her a smell peck on the lips. "We're just kidding. We wouldn't ravage you that bad...yet. There'll be a time and a place for that kind of passion. If gentile is what you want for now, gentile we will be." he nodded. Taking her hands lightly he quirked his eyebrow. "Why don't we start with something simple and make our way up the dancing ladder. Do you know how to waltz?" he asked softly.

"We'll lead then if you don't mind." he said taking her hands and starting the motions smoothly knowing she'd follow suit. "We think it's a quaint dance. We generally prefer much more...erotic dances. We blame us being male for that." he said with a hearty laugh taking the next steps in smooth rhythm. "You are quite graceful on your feet, as we expected. Stay with us much longer and you'll be just as graceful off your feet too." he said suggestively sneaking in a kiss on her cheek, he couldn't pass the opportunity to poke at her again though. "Where did you learn to dance if we may ask?"