[ Molly may be trying to box him in, but Essek hasn't budged, seemingly unperturbed. This close, that shiver is unmistakable, and that, more than the compliment, is what makes him smile more, smooth and smoldering. Essek is well aware of his own desirability, but there's no competing with the vanity of a man tattooed with peacock feathers. ]
Indeed.
[ He gives the proffered arm a cursory glance, but the red eye amidst the feathers low on Molly's neck is what's caught his attention first. There are others like it, he's noticed. The finger that had the tiefling's chin tilted up trails downward now instead, over warm skin and raised scars, lazily finding its way to the eye. The texture abruptly changes where the skin turns red, and in fact does not feel like skin at all. Essek traces the outline with a curious fingertip. ]
Yet I can't help thinking of the two of us, you're the more mysterious by far.
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Indeed.
[ He gives the proffered arm a cursory glance, but the red eye amidst the feathers low on Molly's neck is what's caught his attention first. There are others like it, he's noticed. The finger that had the tiefling's chin tilted up trails downward now instead, over warm skin and raised scars, lazily finding its way to the eye. The texture abruptly changes where the skin turns red, and in fact does not feel like skin at all. Essek traces the outline with a curious fingertip. ]
Yet I can't help thinking of the two of us, you're the more mysterious by far.