Now, Emory recognized that he had quite a few options here.
He could, for instance, throw the ball back into Cheeto’s court, as it were, and simply ask her with a seductive gaze, “Well, what do you want to do?†However, Emory was never one for taking the easy way out; besides, with that kind of statement he could find himself being slobbered all over by the goblin girl’s kisses, a prospect which he found not at all pleasant.
So he took a moment to think. What, exactly, am I trying to get from this? Entertainment was the short answer, but he wouldn’t be entertained for much longer if he didn’t give this girl a bloody answer. Think. She stared up eagerly into his eyes. It was practically comical, how quickly and completely she had become his slave. Yes, but a slave is no good if you have no use for it, he reminded himself. Focus. Think. The crickets chirped around the two of them in a haphazard harmony. He found himself getting lost in the sound of it for a few milliseconds, and pondered how it almost sounded like music, before he brought himself back to reality. Think. THINK.
Suddenly he had an idea. He backtracked just a bit. Music. Music. Of course.
It was the perfect setup.
With a new plan in mind, he took her other hand in his, stopping it mid-movement (Bloody hell, he thought, She hasn’t even stopped massaging...).
“Well,†he began, “it’s such a beautiful night. We shouldn’t waste it, now, should we...?†The music of the crickets played on, and the moon seemed to cast a spotlight down upon the two of them. He allowed his smirk to soften slightly as he stepped ever closer to her, placing one of his hands gently around her waist. Fighting his deepest urge to cringe in disgust at what was coming out of his mouth, he said, in his most princely voice;
“Might I have this dance?â€
He wanted to giggle with his excitement. He had a plan, all right. But he would have to keep up this “Prince Charming†persona for just a little while longer in order to execute it...
He could, for instance, throw the ball back into Cheeto’s court, as it were, and simply ask her with a seductive gaze, “Well, what do you want to do?†However, Emory was never one for taking the easy way out; besides, with that kind of statement he could find himself being slobbered all over by the goblin girl’s kisses, a prospect which he found not at all pleasant.
So he took a moment to think. What, exactly, am I trying to get from this? Entertainment was the short answer, but he wouldn’t be entertained for much longer if he didn’t give this girl a bloody answer. Think. She stared up eagerly into his eyes. It was practically comical, how quickly and completely she had become his slave. Yes, but a slave is no good if you have no use for it, he reminded himself. Focus. Think. The crickets chirped around the two of them in a haphazard harmony. He found himself getting lost in the sound of it for a few milliseconds, and pondered how it almost sounded like music, before he brought himself back to reality. Think. THINK.
Suddenly he had an idea. He backtracked just a bit. Music. Music. Of course.
It was the perfect setup.
With a new plan in mind, he took her other hand in his, stopping it mid-movement (Bloody hell, he thought, She hasn’t even stopped massaging...).
“Well,†he began, “it’s such a beautiful night. We shouldn’t waste it, now, should we...?†The music of the crickets played on, and the moon seemed to cast a spotlight down upon the two of them. He allowed his smirk to soften slightly as he stepped ever closer to her, placing one of his hands gently around her waist. Fighting his deepest urge to cringe in disgust at what was coming out of his mouth, he said, in his most princely voice;
“Might I have this dance?â€
He wanted to giggle with his excitement. He had a plan, all right. But he would have to keep up this “Prince Charming†persona for just a little while longer in order to execute it...