His breath got heavier at the sight of her and he got harder at the sound of her chime-like voice.
"What do you want?" The woman asked with a frown, continuously washing her hair and borderline ignoring him.
His eyes twitched and he didn't even frown, he just looked at her with a heated gaze that historically got women to cum.
"You." He said, "I want you."
"Well, I'm not in the mood." She spat back, squeezing her hair in indifference, and walking past him.
"I can get you in the mood." He said confidently and she frowned.
"You?" And this tone was so condescending it put him on fire.
"Why, you think I'm inferior to your men?!" He frowned, getting a little angry.
He recalled the rumors of who her lovers were. They were indeed powerful people with good looks, ability, and status.
He might be very, very, handsome and charming, but in terms of strength and magic ability he was truly inferior to those men.
Not that he'd admit it!
