Not unlike a king it seems Magnixx has grown discontented with their current rickety residence; a den far too hot, hard and sweat-inducing to achieve a full enjoyment of the activities Hisame now wrangles him toward. For she is a woman first and not without her charms; beautiful enough to snare any man with a flutter of the lash, naked shoulder or sultry whisper. But with him it is not her intent to use like an electronic toy: gently pushed in all the right places as every fiber aches for the touches which build like his volcanoes until climactic eruption.

So he rises and offers hand, trailing off mid-correction as Hisame slips soft flesh inside the cool clasp of his glove to rise with poignant ease, one leg after the other. Then with a point to his heart he speaks a smoldering sentence:

"We have a word called kindling. It's as you imagine, a fire. But it is made within. The phrase being... [i]light my flame[/i]." 

Her brows jump at the bluntness but she giggles in a velvety lilt with their eyes locked in a lover's staring contest; her other hand opens across his midsection, traveling up the cold metal of the breastplate until the icy fingers may melt upon the warmth of the curve of his neck. There the digits circle and nails dig gently like pen tips as she thoroughly enjoys his every twitch and emotion at her true touch; when armor is passed and flesh melts together. She bites her lower lip and whispers in a tease, saying, “You can feel that, hmm? I think you'll need to lose that armor if you want me to go [i]lower[/i]...”

The other hand drifts south across the cool accouterments to rest upon his inner thigh. “As for the fire, I understand the way to a man is through his stomach... so let us go to the house and find something for dinner..” She turns for the door and walks away to add, “...then we can have [i]dessert[/i].”