[littl3chocobo]

white and chilled to go with the lemon'd halibut and potatoes the head chef was known for on warm nights. letting his gaze go over pyce he could not help but feel just as pleased now as he did when the other was in nothing but a bit of knotted string though the beauty of him was not the same sort. this pyce was not the sensual vixen though he was still sensual but instead was a charming rouge fit to be a prince. reaching across the table for a dark hand he kissed the slim fingers, "you are bewitching galvin pyce"