The butler appears in the doorway looking a bit bemused staring at his sign, "Kenna anyone read anymore?" He said adopting for just a second an almost scottish accent, before he puts back on his proper facade and opening the door to see the angel chap once again. "Good evening good sir... How can I help you?" he asks.
"No I can say I have not, and you are not paddling me with that thing." he says eyeing the instrument. Hopping up on the counter in order to protect his very naked bottom from any possible swats he might have earned by teasing her over the past few days.
he eyes her, "Be careful it doesn't stain your skin." he says, "Have seen blackberries do that..." His eyes watch her tongue move to lick it off and he grins and blushes.
He smiles and shivers at the feel of her tongue. "Taste good?" he asked, unsure what else to say.
He turns to her ever so slowly. Green eyes sweeping over her, finding that contrary to the things in his mind she is not so different for his absence. Nothing too terrible has occured because the rw pulled him away. "Cormamin lindua ele lle." he whispers in elvish. He steps forward to lightly brush his fingertipse over the wood of the island. His eyes on her, wanting to go to her, wanting her to come to him, but a part of him uncertain. He knew it was silly. He knew it was illogical to doubt their bond because he had been away the night before, but yet he was but a mortal, sometimes illogic is what life thrived on.
He had the warm cup of chocolate in one hand but he set it down as she approached. he returned her light kiss. His arms coming up to slide around her waist pulling her close. His second kiss deeper, more passionate more demanding.
