The Puppeteer brushed aside her muffled mumbling when she seemed uncertain of his statement, the not-so-veiled threat that it was. “Well, it all depends upon how you go about trying to discover my secrets,” he answered, a mirthful, mischievous grin alit on his lips. It was just as dangerous as a flickering candle flame, offering warmth and light that masked potential danger: if touched it, it would burn; if left it unattended, it might blossom into an all-consuming blaze.
Lifting a hand, the shadow released his cane from where it had been tucked beneath his arm and took a firm grasp upon the silver bulb mounted at its top. The silver capped bottom danced through the air like a lost falling star, glimmering with the multi-chromatic light of the Ferris wheel. Suddenly, he stabbed forward with it, dipping it into her duster. The metal pressed against her hip, hooking the jacket and then he moved it aside, revealing her a little more to him. “Why do you hide yourself in this ratty coat?” he asked, ignoring her questions and comments as he found a new focus for his attention. A second later and the shaft of his cane slid down her side, caressing along the curve of her hip and thigh.
Lifting a hand, the shadow released his cane from where it had been tucked beneath his arm and took a firm grasp upon the silver bulb mounted at its top. The silver capped bottom danced through the air like a lost falling star, glimmering with the multi-chromatic light of the Ferris wheel. Suddenly, he stabbed forward with it, dipping it into her duster. The metal pressed against her hip, hooking the jacket and then he moved it aside, revealing her a little more to him. “Why do you hide yourself in this ratty coat?” he asked, ignoring her questions and comments as he found a new focus for his attention. A second later and the shaft of his cane slid down her side, caressing along the curve of her hip and thigh.