𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓵𝔂 As if fueled by your nervousness, his grin grows bigger and deep chuckles burst from within him. “Money? not that useless thing!” He says, “I need something more, something worth much more. Every jack and jill has money. Kitten, what I want isn’t material.”
𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 Your hands fly to your chest, “N-no I can’t!” His face stills, “Huh…?” He cocks his head to the side, blinks a few times. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Barely able to breathe, you squeeze your eyes shut and wish yourself somewhere far. Preferably under the covers of your bed.He hadn’t even been thinking of sex…yet you. Fuck. “Nothing, I was just…” You say, just able to form the words. “Nothing.”
"You thought I wanted your body.” Its statement, not a question. “No, no, no. You’ve got it all wrong!” The words come out rushed and messy.
He narrows his eyes and smirks, he was enjoying this. “With your level of protest, I can’t help but think I am in fact right. You thought I wanted your body … how dirty. Here I was thinking you were innocent.”
"I wasn’t thinking that!” This time you talk through gritted teeth, you couldn’t take the constant teasing anymore. He tuts you, “Don’t lie Kitten. But let’s clear things up, I’m not that depraved to ask for your body in payment. Not every wizard or warlock is a sex crazed freak, we do have humane thoughts. Understand?”
You nod diligently, “I understand. It was just nerves and you’re really close so my mind couldn’t help but wander.”
he looks down, finally noticing that he’d been practically leaning closer and closer to you. He takes a few steps back until he’s leaning against the island, “Ahh, personal space…sorry. I can’t seem to grasp the concept.” Regaining some composure you say: ‘thank you’
“Anyways, what does a young girl like you need a love potion?” He asks, running his eyes over you so quick you only caught it by a half a second.
The answer was simple and humiliating at best, but if it was what was needed for the potion then so be it. You’d already come so far. “My friend. I know there’s something there, I can feel it, but he never acts on it and I’m tired of waiting so, I’m sure this little potion might quicken things up a bit.”
"Look, I know I’m not a person of great moral standing and all, but, is this really the right thing to do?” He says, “If it’s not meant to be, then why force it? What if you end up hating him? Sometimes, the person who you think is the water in the desert, might just be the mirage.”
You stare at him dead in the eye, “Well if he is a mirage then so be it. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” He snorts in amusement, “Aren’t we confident?”
“What is the payment?” You ask, dreading the words that may come from his mouth. He could ask for anything, what if he asked for your soul? is that possible?