Isabel waits for him to complete his thoughts. She will neither apologise for using her gifts nor consider the possibility that he should aplogise for his reactions to it. That settled, she will also try not to be so overt about her habits, accepting that they can be disconcerting to those who are perceptive enough to know what she's doing. Or those whose opinion she cares about, Isabel corrects herself with a grin.
"I have four when the mood strikes," Isabel's tongue teases over her canines briefly. Innuendo is pushed aside when his tongue sweeps into her mouth. A tendril of will snakes out... warmth...invitation... sliding toward the youth.
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Date: 2008-10-15 08:23 pm (UTC)"I have four when the mood strikes," Isabel's tongue teases over her canines briefly. Innuendo is pushed aside when his tongue sweeps into her mouth. A tendril of will snakes out... warmth...invitation... sliding toward the youth.