Seeing Elann’s mouth drop ajar was another symbol of victory for the Kelvic. It seemed reaction after reaction were given to him, each one a point in the metaphorical game he was playing. He understood she would’ve been actually angry with him should they  had not have been playing, but since they were he was keeping up his front of dismissiveness. He saw no reason for the fun to end then and there, and if she got a kiss from him, it would’ve ended. 

Noah started to put the gem away, dropping it into the trunk as he went to open the bag. The light was fading but Elann’s voice was penetrating the growing darkness with ominousness that gave Noah pause. He retook the stone in hand and turned back to face her, the darkness slowly being banished to be replaced by white light once again. Elann threatened to speak about other unnamed parts of his body, leaving Noah ignorant to what she was referring to. All she said pertaining to the unknown part was that she might say something negative.

Seeing as they were playing, Noah put little weight in her words, aiming to win the game they were playing. Growing up in Zeltiva and with card games, he took Elann’s words as a bluff, and he sought to call her on it.

She hummed, forcing him to raise a dark brow. “What part?” he questioned. “You enjoy every bit of me.” The Kelvic spoke with confidence. “You said so. So, what’re you talking about?”