[Perhaps it is the bright fire her dance had stoked inside his heart, whose flames now swell with the kindling of their shared flirtations, and perhaps too it is born from his own passionate impulses which so easily seize him: but whichever way the scales tip, Achilles now reaches out to play with one of her braids, soft beneath the stroke of his thumb. His fingertips disembark on her creamy shoulder and trace up the curve of her neck, to at last come to cup her cheek just as he had moments before.]
And what of your lips? Have they any difficulty in coming closer?
you drove me to this
[Perhaps it is the bright fire her dance had stoked inside his heart, whose flames now swell with the kindling of their shared flirtations, and perhaps too it is born from his own passionate impulses which so easily seize him: but whichever way the scales tip, Achilles now reaches out to play with one of her braids, soft beneath the stroke of his thumb. His fingertips disembark on her creamy shoulder and trace up the curve of her neck, to at last come to cup her cheek just as he had moments before.]
And what of your lips? Have they any difficulty in coming closer?