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His eyes didn’t leave hers, even as she reached forward to tug at his robes, bringing him in towards her. Her nails scraped at his chest through his clothes as she curled her fist around the extra fabric, though that wasn’t what made the hair at the back of his neck stand up. It was the heat of her breath as she whispered her name, the way her lips grazed just slightly against his earlobe, and the scent of whatever perfume she was wearing. He was left with a feeling of mild disappointment when she released her hold on him, though she was still extremely close when his eyes met hers again.

“Well, Mira,” he repeated back to her, speaking her name through his thick brogue, keeping his voice low as though it were confidential information. He decided he enjoyed the way her name rolled off his tongue, and smirked again. “I’m a man who keeps his word.” With that, he stepped around her to go back into the kitchen, looking for a piece of paper and a writing instrument. Once both items were located, he went back to where she was standing, leaning against the counter as he scribbled something down, once again able to smell her perfume because of their close proximity.

"This is the best way to contact me," he said, all the while scribbling down his address and information. He folded up the paper and extended it towards her. "I expect you'll put this to good use." Again he would smirk down at her, making sure his fingers grazed hers as she went to reach for the paper.