01-08-2009, 03:30 AM
Light, handsome laughter flowed from the man’s throat as he watched the lady before him stumble over herself after hearing his attempt at playful banter. He didn’t mean to embarrass her, but he truly couldn’t resist teasing the lovely woman. The deep scarlet of the young woman’s blush made Demetri want to touch her cheeks to see just how warm they had become in her discomfit; but he restrained himself and settled for simply watching her wild hand motions and the emotions that crossed her eyes. Which were the most intriguing shade of violet brown, by the way.
”Of course, I’ll forgive your forwardness; it simply is the least I can do for the offering of a dinner with you.” Demetri gave a suave, yet lighthearted smile as he replied to the woman.
”Hmm, Abigail? That is quite a lovely name, if I may say so. I’m Demetri Knollis, and, if you don’t mind me asking, my dear, why are you visiting this exquisite country?” Demetri was quite moved by this woman. She wasn’t exactly over attractive, nor was she homely. She wasn’t overly, in-your-face, intelligent yet she wasn’t a trophy pet either. She seemed to be quite neutral. Aristotle’s Golden Mean, if you will.
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