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Every answer Astoria supplied him was better and more well thought-out than the last, and truthfully Théodore had to say he was impressed. He was certainly hadn’t expected the bright young witch to be this mature. He certainly wasn’t regretting getting as close as he was at the current moment, and usually it was at this point that he was turning and running for the hills. Astoria might be a challenge, someone who’d make him change his game a bit. She could be as much of a learning experience for him as he would be for her. She certainly had figured out the game that all the boys played, those with too little experience to alter the rules just enough that they wouldn’t be found out. Théo liked to think that he was a man, and had long since learned what strings to pluck and which to leave stagnant to drag out the fun. The base rules were the same, for now at least – there was no ‘forever’ here. Just some ‘now’ and a bit of fun between point A and point B. Her reaction to the kisses was exactly what the obliviator has hoped. She leaned into it, trembling beneath each press against her lips as her hands sought out a play to come to rest. One settled against his cheek, the palm soft and her fingers long and thin against his face while the other curled into the fabric of his shirt, no doubt leaving wrinkles that he could not bring himself to worry about at the current moment. He smiled against her mouth, lips turning up just the slightest bit at the corners. She seemed inexperienced, but not in a bad way. Besides that, Théodore did fancy himself a rather good teacher. She was blushing again when he pulled away, her own lips curled up into the smallest and somehow brightest of smiles. He let out a breathless, amused chuckle. During the kiss his hand had come to rest against her neck, palm lying flat against it as the heel of his hand came to rest against her collarbone. He could feel her pulse racing, her heart and her breathing trying to catch up to one another. His hand moved now to push some hair that had fallen forward back into place, another laugh bubbling forth. “That depends on whether or not you’d like a thousand more kisses just like those or not, I believe.” Of course the young man wasn’t about to let slip that he was far from boyfriend material at the moment, or anything remotely similar. His intentions weren’t outwardly or explicitly malicious and he did not have an untamed desire to take her heart in his hands and then break it, but he was young and it was inevitable. He also could not tell her his goal of swaying her into the arms of the Dark Lord, as that would certainly rain on any parade he tried to start. Tact, he realized, was pertinent here, and he would use no less than the full amount that he possessed in the process of wooing her, and so he would allow her to trust him despite knowing beneath it all that he was doing this to further his own causes. |
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