There he stood in waiting, a stoic expression planted firmly on his face, his glistening eyes peeking out from underneath the shelter of his wavy hair.
"You came home rather late. Do you usually stay out this long?." Karla asked, crossing her arms across her stomach. A small smile played on his lips, as he tilted his head to the side, giving her a glance of his tattoo.
"Your care for me is cordial, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're worried about me." He spoke softly, bringing his head lower to hers.
"It's a good thing you don't know any better, mate." She replied in a swift haughty tone, sending him a daring stare.
Tysion pursued his lips at her oh so sweet remark, she lover to challenge him, something he found delightsome.
"Are you just going to stand there or are you planning on letting me in?." He asked, taking a step inside.
