When the door closed, Calliope drew her legs back under her and knelt before her master on the couch. "You shouldn't encourage him."
"Why not?' He still wore his grin, and her censure did nothing to abate it. Quite the opposite in fact.
"It's immoral." She belied the sentiment with her own poorly hidden grin.
"Is that so?"
"Mmhm. You're a terrible influence." She leaned forward on the palms of her hands and tilted her chin up to meet his hand as he reached out to grasp it. He leaned in as well, his sun colored eyes burning into hers, and she found herself wetting her lips automatically, her eyes flicking to his mouth and back again.
"I had no idea you thought that about me. That I am a bad influence."
She resisted the urge to grin wider when his own eyes also flickered downward. "Yes
