Her elbow twists ever so slightly in order to nudge against his ribs. "You cannot laugh at me throwing out tiara as a guess and in the same breath tell me you want to cover me in diamonds." Buffy reasons. After all, a tiara would be the cheaper option, she thinks, since tiaras can be plain, no jewels adorning them. Whereas a diamond necklace with matching earrings would cost... well, a lot more than she thinks he has. Not that she thinks about how much money he has. Actually, that's never once crossed her mind. "While my wardrobe is impressive, I don't have anything remotely fitting to be worn with a diamond, much less plural." Not to mention she'd be terrified of breaking the strand and losing one!
"Fine, one demon. Sheesh. You don't need to take it...literally, like I just said, okay that's on me. But still!" She huffs, sticking her tongue out at him.
Practically wrapping herself around his arm, Buffy hangs on his every word and curbs herself from asking any of the vast number of questions springing up as he tells her about the tattoo artist. For the time being, anyhow. She's too caught up in the reality that there are things she doesn't know about him. Small things, not major things since she knows all of those (or she believes). Like this; that he spent time in Nevada. That he hung around people she wouldn't have ever guessed would be the type he'd gravitate towards. "What sorta stuff exactly?" She asks, voice a little quieter, almost shy, with her interest. "And why'd you say no?" It's a legitimate question for someone who could take it out immediately and not scar.
A low growl escapes her at the way he chooses to give her a taste of her own medicine; his voice soft and words hot against her ear. Blunt teeth come to bite not at his skin of his shoulder, but at the material of his shirt in retaliation. Until his little confession sends a shiver down her spine, vibrating her whole body. "What particular piercings did you have in mind when considering what the surprise was?" She asks, her own question exciting her for whatever his answer might be.
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"Fine, one demon. Sheesh. You don't need to take it...literally, like I just said, okay that's on me. But still!" She huffs, sticking her tongue out at him.
Practically wrapping herself around his arm, Buffy hangs on his every word and curbs herself from asking any of the vast number of questions springing up as he tells her about the tattoo artist. For the time being, anyhow. She's too caught up in the reality that there are things she doesn't know about him. Small things, not major things since she knows all of those (or she believes). Like this; that he spent time in Nevada. That he hung around people she wouldn't have ever guessed would be the type he'd gravitate towards. "What sorta stuff exactly?" She asks, voice a little quieter, almost shy, with her interest. "And why'd you say no?" It's a legitimate question for someone who could take it out immediately and not scar.
A low growl escapes her at the way he chooses to give her a taste of her own medicine; his voice soft and words hot against her ear. Blunt teeth come to bite not at his skin of his shoulder, but at the material of his shirt in retaliation. Until his little confession sends a shiver down her spine, vibrating her whole body. "What particular piercings did you have in mind when considering what the surprise was?" She asks, her own question exciting her for whatever his answer might be.