Ah... hm. [Red Wine's lips curve up into a smile and he catches hold of Dohalim's hand to bring it to his mouth and kiss it. The gesture lingers, his pale hands wrapped gently around the one pressed to his lips as his eyes dip closed for a moment. He smiles, then pulls that same hand down to clasp it against it against his chest. Despite the undeniable fact that he is nothing close to human a heartbeat still thrums strongly there.]
Flattery will get you everywhere.
[Because Red Wine is, after all, a terribly vain person.]
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Flattery will get you everywhere.
[Because Red Wine is, after all, a terribly vain person.]
You do have a certain way with words.