[ He's talented with his tongue, and she with her teeth, so they pair together like champagne and strawberries -- lovely on their own, decadent in combination. She's quite sure indeed that she can properly motivate him to improve on his French, since what few words in her native tongue he tosses her way make her shiver pleasantly. ]

I always have fun with you, mon préféré. [ He might have discovered that this means my favored one or, simply, my favorite. ]

[ Saya shifts closer as his fingers dance on her spine, her moss dress receding beneath his touch so that his fingertips are brushing bare skin, then the moss filling back in when his touch shifts. Her skin is for him alone, not for any passerby to get an eyeful of. ]

I do so like that you called me that. [ Her breath shudders just a bit against his neck. ] I daresay it might urge the beast in me to the surface. Starting, perhaps, with my fangs pressing into your neck until I can feel your pulse and taste your blood on my tongue until my eyes glow red-golden like your pretty butterflies.

...But if I do that, I won't want to stop. No matter where we are.