[If this were some cartoon instead of real life there would be an icy breeze blowing around them right now. Her smile offers no sign of this, however as she steps closer to him and places two fingers on his chest. Olivier walks the fingers up along his chest as she talks.]
Looking for someone to warm your bed, are you? I could do that.
[The smile breaks and his shirt is clinched tight in her fist as her voice changes tone.]
no subject
Looking for someone to warm your bed, are you? I could do that.
[The smile breaks and his shirt is clinched tight in her fist as her voice changes tone.]
With a bottle of alcohol and a match.