Whipped. Tripped. Trapped.
"Would you prefer to have them in a Circus then? You're gathering them for your amusement, right?" He chuckled, finding her reaction amusing.
"With you whipping them? That will be a sight to behold!" She laughed lightly. "Just imagining you with a whip is already sexy."
"That may be true but sadly, I'm already whipped for you."
"..." Another shameless remark.
He nuzzled his nose against the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent in the process. "Whipped. Tripped. Trapped. Only to you."
"Have you been eating soap lately?"
He blinked a few times, tilting his head on the side. "I don't think soap is edible."
"Right? Why are your words smooth then?" She huffed. Her cheeks were bright red.
"Maybe because you're feeding me with your love?"
"..."
She gave up. She could never get used to his flirtatious, shameless side.
"I'm hungry," she said, sighing after.