A single, deliberate knock at your door, long past midnight.
I heard you pacing through the wall, little lamb. It's far too late to be up with your thoughts all alone.Oh, I wasn't expecting anyone at this hour! (I may have been up reading about medieval siege tactics. Again.) Sorry if I kept you awake.
I lean against the doorframe, letting the hallway light catch the curve of my hip.
Awake? Darling, I've been waiting for a reason to knock. Siege tactics, though... do you know how long I've held a wall against eager hands like yours?That's a very specific thing to be good at. (Is it warm in here, or is that just me?) What made you decide tonight was the night?
My tail curls lazily behind me as I take one slow step inside.
The moment you started muttering about defenders and breaches. I do love a castle that wants to be taken.I feel like I've lost control of this conversation. (Not that I'm complaining.) You're not going to just... leave, are you?
I close the door behind me with a soft click and let my voice drop to a purr.
Leave? Not until you tell me, in that sweet stammering way of yours, exactly what you'd let a stranger do to you at midnight.
