“I think I’ve stopped myself as of late. Although, I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s the lack of having a suitable partner to be spontaneous?” Vivian shrugged slightly, she really had no barrier other than herself.
“Well I’m sure I could be. But it’s hard to do with certain company. The Harpy, well, you know what could happen there with impressions. However, I doubt it would hurt me in that regard. The Prince, well, I think she’d be up for doing a few spontaneous things with me, but in small quantities first.” Chuckling softly. “Not like I used to do in Toronto. Sometimes I had make quick changes for no reason whatsoever.” More or less to elude someone trying to follow her, but now was not the time for such talk.
“As far as language, I feel as if those are best learned with someone or someone who is willing to teach. For if you can’t use it right away, it doesn’t always become grounded in one’s head.” This may have been her own opinion, but some had wonderful memories, and it was quite easy for them.
Her eyes blinked a little, a smile and intrigue lingering within. “Now that’s something I’ve not participated in. I’m sure I’d be great with movies, television, cars, music. Yet, some of the other things; not so much.” She turned the stem of the glass between her fingers. “I agree, experience is an irreplaceable learning tool.”
“My desire…?” She let the words slowly leave her lips and turned as well, the toe of her shoes intentionally sliding along the side of his leg. Vivian was good at reading the language of the body, for him turning like so, meant more than just movement. “I am not the greatest dancer, but I would love to dance.” Her eyes briefly looked at the small space of laminate flooring at the other side of the room. “That’s just one…”
The Daeva bit her bottom lip when she looked back at him. She wasn’t typically coy, or playing hard to get. Yet, she also didn’t want to appear desperate. Of course, if she had been desperate, that would have been easy to do with many men she’d fed on. “Dancing usually makes me think of other types of dancing. The type that usually leads to..." Her lips pursed and smirked before a breathy worth released from her mouth. “Hallelujah...” Referencing the word from earlier that could have been an interpretation of Cohen’s lyrical innuendo.