Vash’s hooded gaze turns fiery and his lips curve in a sultry leer as he moves to crowd in close to Ryder. “Well, now, my bonnie one. Why dinnae we go somewhere we can be alone and you can take a look at it for yerself.” He leans down, not so subtly scenting the petite man. “Aye, that’s the best way to ken the truth. And dinnae fret, I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Unless you dinnae want me to be.”
